DOM: Alliance Series Book Three (12)

Not going into detail—because explaining I have a family member who is into some bad stuff and therefore feels the need to have me escorted by an armed guard isn’t really something I can share—I just shake my head.

“Good. Me neither.” Dom lifts his glass, and I clink mine to his.

I take a sip. Then a second, letting the cold beverage warm me from the inside out.

I normally wouldn’t enjoy someone ordering for me, but I’m new to this free-drink thing, and I’m happy for the little bit of liquid courage.

“Okay.” Dom reaches up and turns on the screen on the back of the seat in front of him. “What movie should we watch?”

A wave of relief settles on my chest as I appreciate what he’s doing.

It’s not that I don’t want to talk to him, but several hours of talking to someone you just met, who happens to turn you on with everything they do, is kind of a lot.

I reach for my screen, but his big paw shoves my hand away.

“What?” I laugh.

“My screen, Valentine.”

I bite my lip before I mutter, “Bossy.”

“Better than lovely.” He says the word like it’s an insult as he selects the list of movie genres. “Action, thriller, war reenactment.”

I scrunch my nose. “Those are the options?”

“Uh-huh,” he says with a straight face.

“How about Disney?” I suggest it to be a pest.

“Absolutely not.”

I scoff. “What’s wrong with Disney?”

“Nothing. But my little asshole nieces and nephews make me watch animated movies every time I see them. And this is adult time, so I want an adult movie.”

“You probably shouldn’t call them assholes.” I try to keep a straight expression.

Dom tips his face down to mine. “Like I said, you haven’t met them.”

“Fine.” I sigh dramatically. “If those are my choices, then I choose thriller.”

“Interesting…” He drags the word out and starts to scroll through the list of options.

Dom pauses to look from his screen to mine, then to me, and back to his screen again.

“What?”

His big shoulders lift, then fall. “We’ll need to use yours.”

My eyes follow the same path his just did. “Why?”

Dom unfurls the headset he got from the flight attendant. “Because, Shorty, one of us is gonna need to lean over a bit to make this work. And I think it will be more comfortable for me to do it.”

I widen my eyes at him. “Because you’re such a big guy?”

He narrows his eyes. “Keep teasin’ me, see where it gets you.”

Pretty please, let it be pinned to his bed.

I banish that thought and turn my screen on so I can search the thriller titles.

I’ve only just started to look when our dinner trays arrive, and we eat in silence while I scroll through the titles—the chicken and couscous with a side salad and bread roll way better, and way more, than I expected.

By the time we finish eating, I’ve decided on a movie. When Dom is distracted by the trays being taken away, I hit play and then pause it after the title screen so it’ll be a surprise for him.

Dom hums, seeing what I’ve done. “Sneaky girl.”

Having finished my drink with my meal, I’m feeling more than a little flushed, and his voice is affecting me more than it did before.

Instead of handing me the earbuds, Dom stretches across me, bringing his masculine scent back into my space.

He slides the metal tip into place under the screen.

And I don’t even question why, but that action makes me press my thighs together.

Uncoiling the cord, Dom hands me one of the little plastic earbuds.

I slide it into the ear closest to him, and he does the same. With his face so close to mine, he asks, “Are you ready?”

The question has my breath catching. And he doesn’t wait for an answer, just hits play.

The movie starts, and all my attention is on Dominic Gonzalez as he gets comfortable next to me.

His elbow goes to the armrest between us, and he puts his chin in his palm, propping his head up. But since he’s not a shorty, he has to hunch over. And it puts him in my space.

His exhales skitter across my skin, and my arms break out into another round of goose bumps.

Just act normal. This isn’t a big deal.

Sure, we could just watch our own movies. Or agree to watch the same one at the same time. But this giant sexy man wants to share a screen, so that’s what we’re gonna do.

I’m trying to remain calm when one big, inked finger reaches out and pauses the movie.

I look at him, but he just holds up that same finger in a one sec gesture.

And then I watch him take his clothes off.

Okay, so it’s just his suit jacket, but he might as well be getting naked with the way my panties are soaking themselves.

“Here.” Dom holds out his jacket.

“What?” My voice is so breathy it sounds like I’m panting.

“You’re cold.” Dom glances down, and at first, I think he’s referring to my nipples that are surely trying to break free of my bra, but then I remember the goose bumps on my arms.

“Thank you.” I accept it. Because if anyone thinks I would skip the opportunity to be wrapped in his warmth and scent, they’d be wrong. They’d be so goddamn wrong.