CHAPTER FIVE
I can feel the warm morning sunlight on my face as pull strands of my long curly hair off my forehead. I roll onto my stomach and reach out next to me expecting to feel Dominic's muscled shoulder but I come up empty. Surprised, I sit up and realize that I'm not in my own room. I'm in Dominic's lavish guest room at an undisclosed location of one of his mansions. Then it all comes back to me, that Dominic is basically coercing me into retrieving his stolen tender bids in exchange for help with Juliet's blackmailer.
"So it was all just a... dream? A super realistic dream?" I ask myself aloud. I fall back onto my pillow with a groan, feeling slightly embarrassed and very dissapointed. Oh my gosh, did I just have the most vivid sex dream about Dominic?
Then memories from my dream fill my head and I can't stop myself from picturing Dominic's magnificently naked body on top of mine. Pleasant shivers run up my body at the mere vision and I need them to stop. I am determined to hate Dominic, not lust after him! I crawl out of the plush bed and run into the en suite bathroom.
I turn on the taps and splash cold water on my face and that seems to help a little bit. Then I begin my typical morning ritual of brushing my teeth, before I hop in the shower. The water is warm and the shower pressure is wonderful on my tense back. I turn the shower dial slightly to the left and the water becomes cooler like I want it. I need this cold shower to help me forget about how much I desire my kidnapper. Could I actually be experiencing Stockholm syndrome? I ask myself this as squeeze shampoo into my palm before I lather it into my long tresses.
After my shower, I feel calmer and somewhat better about my situation. I wrap a fluffy white towel around my naked body and then return to the bedroom. I rifle around my suitcase looking for a cute outfit to wear for the day. My thoughts are interrupted by someone rapping on the door.
"Come in!" I yell, assuming that it was Marge bringing me that designer dress that they purchased yesterday night. She said she had to properly steam the gown before I could wear it and would give it to me the very next morning.
"You're up early," I hear Dominic's deep voice say from the door. He's standing in the door frame holding up a garment bag.
"One of the habits you get when you run a cafe, I suppose," I say with a roll of eyes as turn my attention back to the clothes I packed in my suitcase, basically trying to ignore his presence. He approaches me and the fragrance of his expensive cologne hits me. As much as I don't want it to, the scent of his cologne is driving me a little nuts because it just smells so good mixed with his natural male musk. It makes me want to bury my face in the crook of his neck so I can get closer whiff of the intoxicating aroma.
"Did you sleep well, then?" He asks before he hangs the garment in the adjacent closet. There is a hint of humor in his voice but I don't know what he's finding so funny.
"I slept fairly well," I answer, which followed by a big gulp because my throat suddenly feels dry. I can feel my cheeks go red, now that he was so close in proximity to me. I avert my gaze because I am afraid that when he looks into my eyes and notices how embarrassed I am, he'll know that I just woke up from a dirty dream that I had about him. I fixate my gaze on a blush pink summer dress and then hold it up to my body so I can make a great show of considering it for an outfit for breakfast. But pretending he wasn't in the room with me didn't make him leave my guest room any faster. Get a clue Dominic and go away!
"Why are you blushing so much?" Dominic inquires and it feels like a cruel question.
"I'm not blushing!" I try to deny, so I toss the dress back into the suitcase and move away from his prying eyes. I then try to escape back to the privacy of the en suite but he blocks my path.
"Your cheeks are literally beet red right now," Dominic insists and an amused smile is playing on his lips. I have no words for him. I can't help but compare my dream Dominic to the real Dominic. It's interesting how similar they are.
"You surprised me... I was expecting Marge," I quickly lie, still avoiding his gaze.
"She had to do some other errands," He explained, but that amused smirk is still on his lips which just causes me to scowl. "So, you're claiming that you're blushing because you were surprised by my presence? That's the story you're going to go with?"
"Why are you so obsessed with my blushing?" I demand as I throw deadly daggers with my eyes into his handsome face.
"Because you look cute when you blush, so I was curious as to why..." He says slowly as he watches me squirm under his gaze. "But you're even hotter when you're mad... I should upset you more often."
"Shouldn't be too hard then. You just simply have to open your mouth and it makes me mad," I retort with another scowl and I try to forget that he just called me hot. I'm flattered, but I'm intensely trying to loathe him. "By the way, why not send Braden to give me the dress?"
"Rose, has anyone told you that you talk in your sleep?" Dominic asks and I feel the blood drain out my face. Oh boy, I do know that I talk in my sleep. This is why Juliet and I had separate rooms since we were kids. But it's not like I share a room with Dominic, so what did it matter?
"Sure, a lot of people talk in their sleep," I say dismissively with a shrug. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"I heard some commotion from you room last night and decided to check on you... And I must say I was pleasantly surprised to hear you calling out my name," He begins to tell me with a derisive grin. "Multiple times, I might add. So, I've been counting the minutes until you would awake..."
Oh my gosh, he knew the entire time! From the moment he walked into this room, he knew! As soon as he saw me turning red like a hot thermometer it probably confirmed what he could only guess at last night. He was toying with me the entire time, just trying to get me to admit to it.
"So your entire goal this morning was to humiliate me? What kind of jerk are you?!" I shout, interrupting him as my hands curl into angry fists. He raises his hands up defensively, derisive grin still in place.
"I think you've misunderstood me, here. It's been driving me mad that I couldn't join you last night," he clarifies as he takes one step closer to me. "I'm not some jerk who's going to make moves on you when you're fast asleep. But you should know that the attraction is mutual. Now that you're awake I won't feel so guilty when I do this..."
He bends his head low and his mouth captures mine in a passionate kiss. His tongue enters my mouth and I'm dizzy with pleasure as he flicks the the tip of it across the length of my lower lip. After a minute I realize that I'm still mad at him, so I abruptly shove him away. The look of shock on his face is so funny and that whatever anger that I was holding onto dissipates. With a throaty chuckle I grab the front of his shirt and I return his kiss with equal passion.
"Is this better than your dreams?" He murmurs against my mouth as he pulls me closer. I can feel his lips curve into smile.
"Shut up! You should really quit while you're ahead..." I reply as I grab onto his strong jawline and pull his tantalizing mouth in for another mind-blowing kiss. Even though I'm probably never going to tell him, he is infinitely better in real life than he is in my dream.
His hands begin running up my thighs and slip under my towel. One of his hands squeezes my naked behind as the other travels up to the small of my back, pulling me up against his rock hard body. I rip open his dress shirt, eager to get my hands on his muscular chest. It's something I've been wanting to do ever since I met him wearing nothing but a towel, exposing his well toned body. How funny was it now that the situation was now reversed. My fingertips skim over the wide expanse of his hard chest as I push off the remainder of the dress shirt from his shoulders. The next items that fall to the floor are his belt, pants and briefs as I work quickly to get this man naked.
"This has to go," he orders in a gruff voice, as one of his hands pulled at the corner of the towel wrapped around me. "Like now."
With a flick of his wrist the towel falls off my body and joins the pile of his discarded clothing. He then lifts me up in his arms and I wrap my legs around his waist. He then carries me to the bed and we sink into the mattress together. He gently massages both breasts as he kisses down the side of my face, down the column of my neck and down to my cleavage. I moan loudly as he begins licking one breast before moving onto the other. His lips on my body is like adding gasoline to a raging fire.
"I need you now," I whimper as I rake my nails down his back.
"God, I need you too..." He utters, his voice thick with desire.
In one smooth motion, he enters me with a small grunt and I feel myself unfurl with bliss under the weight of his body. He feels amazing and his slow thrusts are driving me crazy with pleasure. After a few minutes of enjoying this tortuously slow pace, his movements start to quicken and I feel myself getting closer and closer to climax. Suddenly, my body contracts and I grip fistfuls of the bed sheets underneath me as I crest over my threshold of pain and pleasure. With a audible groan Dominic falls forward shortly afterwards and he's out of breath. He collects me in his strong arms and holds me close. I relax against his taut body, enjoying the texture of his coarse skin against my own as I wrap my arms around his neck and rest my head on his chest.
"So... should we grab breakfast?" I ask as I listen to his rapid heartbeat under my ear.
"Nah... I think we should spend the next couple hours in bed," He suggests instead and then pulls me up and presses a quick kiss to my lips.
"Obviously, you have the best ideas," I admit with a demure smile. One kiss is never enough for me, so I sit up on his lap and crush my mouth to his.
"Took you long enough to notice," He says with laugh as he rolls me onto my back. It's clear that for the next couple hours that we're going to be very busy...