Page 74 of Yearn
"God," My hips bucked against the vibrator's relentless pulse. Hot pleasure coiled tight at my core.
Then all of a sudden, the bathroom door creaked open.
Ah!
Frigid air sliced through the steam, raising goosebumps across my naked, vulnerable skin.
What the fuck?!
I jerked back and my shoulder slammed against the tile as my heart thundered.
The door shut.
Then he materialized through the mist, Dominic's massive, sexy frame blocking any escape.
I widened my eyes.
Oh shit!
His gaze burned into my exposed body.
Chapter fourteen
Bad Mommy
Teyonah
What the fuck?!
Everything in me tried to be everywhere at once—hide, attack, collapse, run. The hand that wasn’t holding the vibrator flew up and crossed my chest. My forearm barely covered my breasts.
My knees knocked together.
The water kept beating.
The rose kept humming.
I shivered. “What are you doing in here?!”
“No.” He pointed at the rose. “What areyoudoing in here?”
Heat shot up my throat so fast it made me dizzy.
“N-none of your business!” I quickly put Denzel back on the shelf with a shaky clack and pressed my spine to the tile. “Why are you in my bathroom?”
“We need to talk.” His gaze dragged over my body, and it was a physical touch, lingering on the water droplets between my thighs. “I heard you come home. I waited for you to relax, and I came upstairs.”
“You can’t just come upstairs into my bedroom—”
“You weren’t going to come downstairs. Last night proved that.”
I blinked. “I actually was going to come downstairs—”
“When?” He sneered. “After you came?”
“Y-yes.” I pressed my forearm harder across my breasts. “I thought that would give me some. . .clarity.”
He stepped further into the steam, yet stayed outside of the shower. “Is that what you thought?”
