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.
Plus, I shoved my jacket into my checked luggage when I got to the airport because I hate having extra things to carry.
I drape the material, still heated from Dom’s body, across my front, covering myself from my shoulders to the middle of my thighs.
Dom restarts the movie, and we watch the opening scene. I can tell he recognizes it almost immediately, and his murmur of appreciation fills me with satisfaction.
I haven’t watched this movie in forever, but who doesn’t love a classic Harrison Ford and Tommy Lee Jones film? Plus, it’s the perfect level of excitement without a bunch of sexy-time scenes that would make it uncomfortable to watch on a plane.
As time passes, I relax into my seat.
And as more time passes, Dom lowers, his head sinking until he’s resting his temple against my shoulder.
And after a few more minutes, his head gets heavier—with sleep.
Because this big, beautiful man just fell asleep against me.
CHAPTER 4
Val
The movie continues to play, but I’m too lost in the feeling of Dominic resting against my shoulder.
His breaths are heavy. Slow. Like he’s all the way in the deepest part of where dreams live. And I don’t want to miss a moment of it.
I saw the way the flight attendant looked at him a few moments ago, and I get it. Even if he really was my husband, I wouldn’t fault her for that look. In slumber, he changes from someone intimidating to someone adorable.
A small sound, like a moan of contentment, reaches my ear, and Dom’s far hand, the one that had been draped across the armrest, shifts, sliding forward until it’s on my knee.
My bare knee.
It takes everything in me to stay still. To not flinch. To not grab his hand and shove it away. Or drag it farther between my legs.