HARPER
My mouth opened, but no words came out. I could only stare at Dominic in stunned silence. For a few seconds, I just sat there, waiting, half-hoping he'd laugh, tell me it was a joke, that he wouldn't actually tear the shirt off me like he'd just promised.
But the seriousness etched into his face made me gulp.
My cheeks flamed, and I could feel the heat curling down my spine, settling low between my thighs. I grimaced, pressing my legs together and tugging down the hem of his shirt that had ridden up over my lap.
Dominic's eyes dragged slowly across me, from my head down to where my fingers gripped the edge of the fabric and then back up. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he leaned in.
"Do you want to test me?" he murmured. "See if I'd actually do it?"
"No!" I burst out, scrambling to get up from the sofa. But I fell back down with a gasp.
I turned to glare at him, heat rushing to my face, but he raised both hands in the air.
