Dominic Napoli Rocks My World. YUM.
“Thanks,” I bark.
“Till next time?” he asks.
“Uh.” There is no way there will be a next time. As if
sensing the impending verbal abuse he’s about to encounter, the hand at the small
of my back tugs just enough to send me flying into his torso. His arms wrap
around me. One snakes up my back to the nape of my neck. His fingers tangle in
my wet hair and tug gently until I’m looking up at him. I’m speechless. I’m
never speechless. His face lowers to mine until our lips are a whisper apart
and I swear I can hear myself panting with anticipation. He holds my gaze and
presses me firmly to the length of him. “Goodbye, Clara.” His breath washes
over my face. It’s minty. I have the urge to push up on my toes and press my
lips to his but I don’t. His head dips lower and left as he brushes a tender, barely-there
kiss in the hollow of my collarbone then abruptly releases me.
Goosebumps break out all over me as I stagger back a few
steps, wide-eyed and unsure of how to respond. I want to slap his pretty face
and jump him all at the same time. My feelings are way out of control. I choose
fumbling with the doorknob instead and darting down the hotel hallway towards
the elevators without any farewell at all.
In the elevator I try to control my ragged breaths. What the hell is
wrong with me? Dominic Napoli is an ass and hot and infuriating and sexy and I
think I want him.
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