Page 32 of The Scandal You Started
“When? Why didn’t you wake me?”
“I do not recall when. And you were fast asleep. I did not wish to wake you.”
“The point of leaving my door open was for you to come in and wake me if there was a problem. Not for you to walk in and sleep next to me.”
“Therewasa problem. I was bored senseless and could not sleep. I came in with the intention of sitting with you while I read the manual. I must have fallen asleep.”
He didn’t sound like he was lying. She also didn’t see why he would. As she pushed herself upright, she spotted the ring binder manual on the cabinet behind him, next to the lamp.
“That’s fine,” she said. “But you need to wake me up when you come in. And you can’t make a habit of this. You have your own room to sleep in.”
Sliding his arm up to his forehead, he peeked at her with a little smirky smile. “But I would much rather sleep with a beauty by my side than in a cold, empty bed by myself.”
“Tough. I prefer sleeping in a cold bed by myself.”
He growled through a light chuckle. “Little witch.”
Smirking to herself, she pushed the duvet back and scooched her legs off the edge of the bed. She combed two hands through her tangled, wavy strands and let out a long, silent yawn.
“Come on, get up,” she said, slipping her feet into a pair of white flipflops scattered on the latte-coloured carpet. There was movement behind her as she shoved herself up. “There’s a lot I’ve got to explain to you today and—”
Dominic’s sharp inhale cut through her sentence and sent her flying around to face him.
“What?” she asked, scanning him for injury. “What happened?”
Oh…oh fuck. Shit.
Shorts.Fuck, she’d forgotten.
She was wearing pyjama shorts that were a little tight around her arse with a matching, fitted T-shirt. The way Dominic was looking at her though...she might as well have been naked.
Leaning up on his hand, visceral heat charred over his wide eyes, making the glaze that already coated them turn dark and heady. He was entirely unmoving, didn’t even look like he was breathing, all except for his gaze as it slipped up her naked legs and to her round breasts.
Her braless breasts.
Glancing down, she almost swore aloud.
For fuck’s sake, her nipples were on full display too, poking against the thin fabric and announcing their presence as loudly as her alarm had sung through the room only moments ago.Great!
She wasn’t ashamed of her body, but Dominic wasn’t used to women dressing like so, and considering how he felt towards her, it was probably way too much stimulation in one go.
Lifting her chin, Rayna laid one arm over her chest to hide her nipples from him.
His lashes snapped up and captured her in a burning tornado of lust. Her stomach did a somersault, sending a flutter of reciprocating warmth through her.
Nope, uh-uh.
A blush nipped at her cheeks. “What?” she said stiffly, almost sharply.
His jaw locked as he gulped. “Where are the rest of your clothes?” The depth of his voice laid a heavy kiss against the base of her spine.
She tightened her arm around herself. “This is what I wear at night when it’s summer.” His brows dipped and rose within a second. “I’m going to teach you about clothing after breakfast, so it won’t seem as scandalous after.”
Dominic let out a gruff sound. “Scandalous is not the word I am thinking of, sweetheart.”
Voracious male pheromones radiated off him in thick waves as he licked her up from head to toe again. Waves that teased across her skin, brushed over her lips, caressed down her neck, and shaped her thighs, leaving blooms of prickles all over.
She shivered but gritted her teeth, trying to contain the enticing sensation. “Stop that.” She failed to make it sound like a warning. “Stop looking at me like that.”
