“And here I was thinking you were a shy young thing,” he says.
Shivers move over me. They should be creepy shivers, right?
Shy young thing is a phrase that would freak me out if it came from anyone else, but spoken in his gruff possessive voice, with his dark eyes fixated on me, I have to squeeze my legs together even more to stop the whirring need.
“Maybe I just don’t like being pressured, huh?” I say.
He smirks, leaning close, closer until all I can do is gaze into his eyes as though I’m trapped in some spell.
“Maybe I like pressuring,” he growls. “Maybe that’s exactly what I’m going to fucking do with you, Daniella.”
“I don’t understand,” I whimper.
I can’t make a mistake here, assuming things turn out not to be true, making a fool of myself by misreading his words, and causing him to laugh at me like I’m the biggest idiot in the universe.
Something passes across his eyes, a fleeting look when Lucky rises and lets out an audible yawn. We both glance at him, sitting there patiently, head tilted.
“Do you think he’s trying to tell us something?” Dom says, a hint of humor in his voice.
No, I want to scream. You can’t just leave me hanging. You said you were going to pressure me, but to do what?
“Why don’t we walk the grounds before I leave for the city?” he says. “I can show you the pond. Lucky likes to swim, sometimes, when he’s in the mood.”
I’m about to answer, but apparently, it wasn’t a question. It is only phrased like one. He stands and strides from the room.
“I’ll wait outside,” he calls over his shoulder. “While you get changed.”
Lucky lopes after him and then he shuts the door, leaving me breathless and confused.
What was he going to say, when he was leaning in all intense and broody?
I have no freaking clue, but I do know I must be right about him finding my attire unprofessional. I guess he wants me to cram myself into a freaking skirt and crisp shirt even when I’m walking the dog.
Chapter Seven
Dominik
I wait down the hallway, crouched on my haunches as I stroke Lucky behind the ear. He grins at me as I scratch in his favorite spot, but he glances at Daniella’s door every so often as though anxious about her returning.
It wasn’t part of the plan to invite her to take a walk around the grounds, but my need to spend more time with her is growing inside of me like an impossible to ignore song, played on repeat until it’s all I can think about.
When I walked in and saw her wearing that tank top, with her pink bra strap showing, I almost lost control right there and leaped on top of her.
From where I was standing I had a perfect view of her cleavage, her round breasts pushed together, sumptuous and full, begging to be touched.
Part of the reason I knelt down – except to look into her captivating eyes – was so I wouldn’t have to gaze down into those gorgeous breasts anymore.
I knew I was going to grab her if I kept staring, reach out like a savage, and start caressing her without any warning.
I had to look at Lucky to remind myself why I can’t do that.
Lucky’s bond with her is too strong, too sudden for me to risk.
So why the fuck am I here, waiting for my woman to emerge, instead of in the city handling business?
Part of me almost wants something cataclysmic to happen to pull me away from the closeness with Daniella. At least then I wouldn’t have a choice. I’d have to leave. But right now everything has returned to normal, the docks functioning like they regularly do.
For now, at least, Flavio has taken my advice.
“What the fuck am I doing, eh, boy?” I murmur, standing up and brushing down my suit jacket.
I find myself wanting to look respectable for my lady, the same way I do before a business meeting, except that her opinion matters to me a hundred times more than any business associate ever could.
I wonder if I should just walk away now, end this before it begins.
She must know something’s going on, surely, with the way I spoke to her back there. I didn’t even mean to tell her I was going to pressure her into doing all the steamy things her young body was designed for… bending her over, baring that sweet ass, showing me a tantalizing glimpse of her hot pink slit as she lets out a moan to beckon me closer.
I swallow down a big ball of desire as my manhood gives a twinge, my lust becoming even more irrepressible, roaring at me to charge in there and claim her when she’s midway through getting changed.