Second Chance-In the mist Book 1 novel Chapter 25

When I opened the bathroom door, only the steam blocked my view from her naked, perfect form. I froze in that spot, staring at her insatiably and cursing every second. My body ached relentlessly, and I was hardening all over. Everything was howling inside of me and my breathing was getting more and more jumpy. It was now or never. I took a few steps forward, swallowing hard. I could almost hear my own heart breaking in my chest. The steam prevented me from seeing her and maybe it was for the best. I helped her out of the shower back into my arms with the same eagerness and desire as before. Nothing changed. With the same awkwardness, I carried her in my arms and laid her on her bed. I was making an inhuman effort not to take her right there. With all this happening, I could feel Rebecca's heart racing faster than usual. That could only mean one thing. She might not be as indifferent as she appeared.

But nothing could assure me she had feelings for me. Even though Megan would say that. Being a woman, she could feel these things, and she claimed it was certainly a spark, a burning fire waiting to ignite. The question was, when will it? And when it will would we be the same? 

I CAN SEE YOU

Rebecca's story

I didn't expect it to be so hard. Things that before the attack I used to do with ease now seemed painful and exhausting. I only got tired from a few exercises. With all the training I had done in my life, it was impossible now to believe that this was all I could do. But I would not quit. I was going to fight back and go all the way. 

Damn, this was really tough! I was struggling to hold myself together and not slip or fall in the shower. The last thing I wanted was to worry Dominic. He had so much on his mind; I had to show up, too. So, I had to be ten times more careful about what I was doing. I carefully washed, rinsed and dried my body and hair a bit, then covered myself in the cotton towel Dominic gave me. It was so tender, like the touch of a man...like his touch...

It was time to face my reality. To finally call him to help me. As soon as I did that, I could hear his footsteps heading for the door. My heart was thumping so fast I was having trouble catching my breath. Knowing that Dominic Stone was only a door apart from me and that I was here, half naked, showering, made me realize I was jumpier than I thought. I behaved like a young teenager in love with the hottest boy in school.

God, this was insane! All my thoughts were no longer functioning within normal parameters. It was all very clear. He would come in, grab me, lay me on the bed, pass me my clothes and that was it. But what did I really want to happen? To hold me, caress me, cherish every inch of my flesh, kiss me, place me on the bed, never lose eye contact, even if I can't see him. I could have felt his warm breath on my lips, expecting him to possess me and make me feel his woman. That was what I really craved. And it was just a slender thread between love and passion, longing and lust...between the lacy fabric covering my body and his masculine clothing.

What in God's name was I thinking now? If he would have given me the slightest sign that he wanted me, I would have certainly begged for it and craved everything that it meant to be a man... his kiss, his touch, his amber scent, his quivering breath as he traced sweet shivers with his lips over every inch of my body, knowing it, exploring it, memorizing it...