Page 23 of The Cat's Dom

A shiver ran down her body when he chuckled.

“A shower and then a movie.”

“Oh,” she said. She was surprised at the disappointed tone she heard in her words.

He released her and then took her hand. “Let’s get you something to wear.”

They stepped into his room, and she would have easily guessed it was his because of the manly, earthy, cedar scent he had that made her mouth water. God, what was wrong with her? She’d never felt this way before in her life. His bed was huge, and she felt like she could get lost in the covers. All the furniture was dark wood and looked large and strong enough to fit him.

The carpet and drapes were all the original ones that came with the apartment just like she had at her place. She hadn’t had the urge to make her place a home so it was plain.

He came back and handed her a t-shirt. “Here, Baby. It’ll be a little big, but it will make a great nightgown. Go on and shower. I’ll be out here if you need anything.”

She nodded and walked into the bathroom. She turned once to see Macy standing in what she would call his Dom stance. His legs spread, arms crossed over his chest and an arrogant expression on his face. After she shut the door, she went to lock the door and stalled. If he heard the lock, he’d think she didn’t trust him, so she left it and undressed.

She wrapped her hair in a towel to keep it dry and stepped into the shower. The warm water and Macy’s scent surrounded her, making her body buzz with what she guessed was desire. It astounded her and at the same time, thrilled her. Maybe she wasn’t as broken as those men said she was. She quickly washed and then dried off.

Cat pulled on his shirt and then laughed. It went past her knees and was bigger than her nightgown at home. It reminded her how enormous he was, both in height and muscle. It was funny that she’d never been apprehensive about his size.

There was toothpaste and a new toothbrush on the counter she used and then finger-combed her hair. When she opened the door, the heat that filled his eyes made her take a step back.

She could tell he didn’t like that by the scowl on his face.

He held his hand out. “Come to me, Baby.”

She knew he was trying to get her to show her trust. Doms had a lot of ways of getting information out of subs or making them do things they didn’t want to do.

There was no hesitation, and she could tell he was pleased by that. He wrapped his arms around her and held her against his chest.

“You look adorable in my shirt. I knew you were short, but damn, I’ve met fifth graders bigger than you.”

She gasped, then punched his side, only to gasp and hold her achy hand. “What are you made of?” she asked belligerently.

He laughed. “I work out. Remember I told you that?”

“When?”

“Every morning with the guys.”

“But you’re always at the site when I get there, and I’m always early.” That confused her. When did he have time for everything he got done?

“I’ll be up at four-thirty tomorrow morning.”

“In the morning?” she screeched, making him laugh again.

“If you want, you can come with us,” Macy said.

“What do you guys do?” she asked.

“We run five miles and then lift weights in Caden’s basement.”

Her eyes widened. “And you think I can do that?”

Macy shrugged and smiled.

“First of all, I don’t run. I don’t think I can run anymore after the break. And being with five smelly guys is not something I’ve ever dreamed about.”

He rubbed his chin on the top of her head. “What break are you talking about?”

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