Page 44 of Laced With Secrets

But it was the entire far wall comprised of floor-to-ceiling windows that captured my attention. Downtown Millcrest glittered below us like scattered diamonds, beautiful and deceptively peaceful.

“Oh,” I breathed, moving toward them. “It’s amazing.”

Even Blake’s penthouse apartment didn’t have this view.

“Yeah?” He followed me, his hands finding my waist from behind. “You like it?”

“I love it.” I turned in his arms, the city lights creating a halo around his silhouette. “It’s perfect. It’s ours?”

The word hung between us—ours.

“It is,” Dominic said, his voice rough. “And I want to fill it with furniture you pick out. I want to watch you nest in here. I want to wake up here with you every morning.”

His hand moved to my stomach. “I want to bring our pup home to this place.”

“Yes,” I said simply. “To all of it.”

His kiss was deep, claiming, full of promise. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with want.

“We should christen it,” he said, a hint of wickedness in his tone.

“Christen it?”

“Mm-hmm.” His hands slid under my shirt, finding bare skin.

The open floor plan meant I could see straight through from the entryway to the living area to the kitchen—all of it clean, modern, with gleaming hardwood floors that caught the ambient light.

“We don’t have any furniture,” I pointed out, but my voice came out breathless.

“Don’t need furniture.” His five o’clock shadow scraped delicately against my neck, the light friction eliciting goosebumps across my skin as his lips blazed a warm trail up to my jawline. “Just you...”

“Me...” His words ghosted across my lips, the heat of his breath mingling with mine, so close yet deliberately withholding the contact I craved.

“And an empty apartment full of possibility.”

A needy sound escaped my throat, breaking his restraint. His mouth finally captured mine, swallowing my whimper as our lips melded together.

“Yes,” I gasped between kisses. “Claim me.”

Dominic growled, pure alpha possession. “That’s my omega.”

He walked me backward toward those floor-to-ceiling windows. The glass was tinted, private—we were high enough that no one could see in.

“Hands against the glass,” he murmured, turning me to face the windows, his body pressed against my back.

His hands slid around to my stomach, spreading possessively over the small swell. I could see our reflection in the glass—my alpha’s larger frame wrapped around mine, the city lights below casting us both in an otherworldly glow.

“I’m going to make love to you in our new home.” His voice dropped to that alpha rumble that sent waves of heat pulsing between my thighs.

“Dominic,” I breathed, leaning back against him.

“I’m going to claim every inch of you,” he said, his mouth hot against my ear. His hands moved to my hips, pulling me back so I could feel his arousal pressed against my lower back.

“Please,” I whispered.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

“You. I want you.”