Second Chance-In the mist Book 1 novel Chapter 69

It was really excruciating to be up here and not be able to touch him, to tell him I could finally be his. It was painful to see him from afar and not be able to enter his soul, to somehow show him how my heart had changed and all that I felt for him. 

At one point, while staring at him, dreaming of what it could have been, he finished talking on the phone and looked up in my direction. I froze, and my breath stopped. His deep eyes found mine, and the moment he locked his gaze with mine, I began to tremble. He couldn't see this being so far away, but he could definitely feel my anxiety, my desire, and all the signals my body was sending him.

Flashbacks of the pleasure I had given myself in the bathtub came to mind, and suddenly my being flooded with guilty pleasures. 

Without realizing what I was doing, my body was sending explicit invitations to him. I bit hard into my bottom lip and the hand holding my towel almost let it go. I didn't keep track of anything. He was giving me a hard time, and I was doing everything I could to show him he could come up to me. 

It was like an open call, like a fire lit. His eyes warmed me. First, I felt my cheeks catch fire, then this heat spread throughout my body, burning it. I returned to my standing position and his two deep orbs glowed brighter. As if telling me what to do, I brought my hand to my bare chest and took a long, slow breath. 

He then quickly figured out my only desire, and that was him. All I had to do was flash a smile, and he understood that at that precise moment, I wanted him. Everywhere he looked at my exposed skin, it caught fire. The anticipation of what was to come made it impossible to breathe. My chest rose rhythmically so I could get the air as close to my lungs as possible and not pass out. 

The signs were so clear, but I desperately needed to calm my heartbeat. What was about to happen was imminent. I was calling him and he got the message. One last look at me, like that of a predator, and his eyes returned to that intense, fiery red that I no longer feared. I invited his inner wolf to the surface. To make me his.

Suddenly, with hurried steps, Dominic headed for the front entrance, coming like a hurricane, hearing his heavy, restless footsteps on the stairs, each second closer.

"What are you doing here, Dominic?" 

At my question, he raised his hand and began an intimate game with a strand of my loose hair. His fingertips slowly touched my chin in their play. I was going crazy with yearning for him because I wanted more, not just lovers fooling around. I wanted Dominic to make me feel like a vibrant woman. However, I realized he was taking me slowly, almost painfully. And knowing the outcome, I grew impatient. It drew me to him, so I made the next move. 

He didn't drink, and I found myself happy about it. I wanted him to be lucid about what was to come. I just inhaled his manly, musky scent and let my fantasy take over. If one thing was so clear to him and me, it was that tonight, I would be his, no matter what, and no matter the consequences.