Dom (Alliance #3)

I’m still sprawled face down across the king-size mattress, and apparently, Dom sleeps the same way I do. Only he’s on top of me, his body covering about half of mine.

It’s cute.

But it would be cuter if I didn’t have to pee and if he wasn’t so heavy.

I squirm to free myself.

Dominic groans. “Stay still.”

Groggy Dom is adorable.

“I have to get up.”

“Not yet.” He leans into me.

“Stop.” My laugh is smothered. “I need to go to the bathroom.”

Dom sighs but lifts his weight enough for me to slide out of the bed.

I try to keep my eyes half-closed as I shut myself in the bathroom and find the switch that turns on just the lights behind the mirror. My headache is mostly gone now, but I don’t want to chance it with bright lights.

I run my tongue across my teeth and grimace.

Standing on the tile floor, I realize how gross I feel all over. I haven’t showered since yesterday morning, and I think it’s probably close to sunset. A day and a half without showering is too long when you’re sharing a bed with a sexy-as-hell man.

I turn on the shower, letting the stall fill with steam while I quickly use the toilet.

I didn’t think we drank that much last night. But maybe I had more margaritas than I think I did. Or maybe we stopped for more drinks on our way back here.

After shuffling over to the sink, I’m rinsing off the hand soap when I realize what I’m looking at.

My toothbrush.

In Dominic’s bathroom.

How did…

I use the mirror to glance around the spacious bathroom, and my brain finally registers what it jumped over before. My little roller suitcase is sitting in front of the tub.

Did we go get my stuff last night? I feel like I would’ve remembered that.

I spot my phone on the bathroom counter, having left that in here, too.

Picking it up, I see a text from the group of girls I came here with sayinghave fun.

Thankfully, I apparently texted them to let them know I’d be staying with Dom.

Conscious that the shower has now been running for too long, I let my eyes drift closed while I hurry through brushing my teeth. And then I open them just enough to zombie my way through a shower.

Since I didn’t feel like digging my toiletries out of my suitcase, I use Dom’s stuff. And the hotel’s hair conditioner, because apparently, Dom’s haircut doesn’t need conditioner.

The bodywash smells like him, and I lather myself in it twice, but I still need to hunt down that cologne.

Just thinking about his cologne triggers a scent memory from last night. Him holding me while I ground against him, inhaling against his neck.

Heat blooms low in my belly.

I remember his hand between my legs. I remember his mouth on mine.