Page 62 of Say My Name

The elevator chimes.

Neither of us moves until the doors begin to close again.

I catch them with my hand.

Dominic lifts his head. “Careful.”

“You distracted me.”

“I haven’t started.”

I take the cake box and catch his wrist. “Come upstairs.”

He looks directly at me. “Say it again.”

“Come upstairs, Dominic.”

We step into the hall. He follows me to my condo without touching me. With every step, I’m aware that I’m leading him home. I unlock the door and hold it open.

Dominic crosses the threshold.

I close the door behind him and turn the dead bolt.

Dominic sets the cake on the kitchen counter while I put down my purse and slip off my heels.

For a few seconds, we just look at each other. He stands beside my kitchen island with his hands at his sides, waiting for me to decide what happens in my home.

“You were more decisive in the elevator,” I point out.

“You had your hands on me in the elevator.”

“I can fix that.”

He reaches me before I take another step.

His hands frame my face, and his kiss drives me backward a step. One arm catches my waist. He guides me toward the couch until the backs of my knees touch the cushions.

I sit and pull him down with me.

Dominic braces one hand beside my shoulder. The other slides over my knee and along my bare thigh, stopping beneath the hem of my dress.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Touch me.”

His thumb moves along the inside of my thigh. “Where?”

I take his wrist and guide his hand higher.

His knuckles brush the lace between my legs. I shift toward him, impatient for more.

“Right where you want me.”

His answer sends a sharp pulse through me.

Dominic sees it. “You like that.”

“I like your hand.”