Submitting to my Ex Uncle-Chapter 202

The next morning:

Celeste let out a long sigh as she stepped into their bedroom. The scent of Dominic lingered around. Clean soap, and something distinctly him that wrapped around her like invisible arms. She dropped herself on the bed, with her body sinking into the mattress as if all the tension of last night confession finally demanded release.

"Celeste?"

Her head snapped up at the sound of his voice. She sat up straight, her eyes darting around the large bedroom.

"Dominic?" Her voice broke on his name.

"I’m in the bathroom, baby."

Relief surged through her chest, warm and heady, making her heart ache. She pushed off the bed and crossed the room quickly, as though some invisible pull dragged her.

The bathroom door was half-open, with steam curling out of the shower space. She stepped inside quietly, her gaze softening the moment she saw him.

Dominic stood before the mirror, shirtless, with a comb dragging through his dark hair in slow strokes. The morning light caught the sharp lines of his shoulders, and the ripple of his muscle flexing as he moved. A faint bruise peeked from his ribs.

Celeste’s lips curved, her heart melting. She moved without thinking, closing the distance until she was right behind him. Then, slowly, she slipped her arms around his torso and pressed herself to his back.

Dominic stilled for a heartbeat before lowering the comb, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror. His mouth curved in that quiet smile reserved only for her.

Celeste rose on her toes, winding her arms up around his neck. Her fingers slid into his hair, combing through the thick strands with delicate pressure.

Dominic turned instantly, facing her, and his hands caught her waist. His mouth captured hers in a kiss. The kiss was firm, and unhurried, because he needed to feel her more than he had to breathe.

Celeste smiled against his lips. Warmth flooded her chest.

When they finally pulled apart, Dominic’s forehead leaned against hers. His voice was rough with truth when it came out. "I missed you."

Her smile widened, soft and teasing. "Dominic, I was gone for just one night."

He dropped the comb entirely, letting it clatter onto the marble counter, and pulled her tight against him. His arms wrapped around her like he’d never let go again.

He buried his face in her hair, breathing deep, as if memorizing her all over. His lips pressed kiss after kiss into the crown of her head, slow and lingering.

Celeste closed her eyes, sinking into the warmth of him.

After a long moment, she tilted her face up. "You know... I could help you trim your hair today."

Dominic raised one brow, his eyes narrowing in amused suspicion.

Celeste grinned, brushing her fingers through his hair again. "I can do it. I promise. I won’t ruin it."

He stared down at her, silent, as though weighing the offer seriously. Just when her confidence began to falter, and just when she thought he’d say no, his lips twitched.

"Alright," he murmured. "Do it."

Her heart leapt, and her smile broke wide and radiant. "Good."

She tugged gently at his wrist, leading him toward the jacuzzi chair built into the tiled marble floor. Dominic followed without a word.

He had a smirk tugging at his mouth, the kind that said he was letting her lead but never ceding control entirely.

Celeste busied herself with arranging his shampoo, the scissors, and other essentials neatly on the counter. Dominic sat, sprawling comfortably, watching her every move with a lazy intensity that made her skin prickle.

"So," he drawled, voice low, "how was your sleepover with Amara?"

Celeste shot him a look over her shoulder, amused. "It was good. We talked. We talked a lot."

Dominic hummed, leaning back, with arms crossed over his chest. "Did she feed you properly?"

Celeste laughed softly. "She made sandwiches."

"Mm," Dominic smirked. "Then I’ll forgive her for stealing you for the night."

Celeste shook her head, fighting a grin as she poured shampoo into her hands. She stepped close, massaging it into his hair with slow, careful strokes.

Dominic closed his eyes, with his head tilting back slightly. A sound dangerously close to a groan sound slipped past his lips.

She bit her lip, focused.

Then, in one swift move, Dominic’s hands shot up. He caught her by the waist and yanked her forward.

"Dominic—!" she shrieked as he pulled her straight into the jacuzzi with him. Water splashed everywhere, soaking her instantly.

Her white shirt clung to her skin, turning transparent. She gasped, shrinking against his chest, mortified and laughing all at once.

Dominic’s laugh rumbled deep in his chest, rich and unrestrained. He adjusted her easily, pulling her to straddle his lap.

"Dominic!" Celeste swatted his chest lightly, as her cheeks burned.

"Shh." His voice dropped, as his hands glided up her thighs under the wet fabric. He guided her legs wider, spreading them over him with firm control. "You look too perfect like this."

He bent his head. His lips brushed her collarbone, leaving trails of heat on her damp skin. He kissed along her throat, then down, pressing reverent, hungry kisses through the sheer fabric of her shirt until her collarbones glistened with his touch.

Celeste shuvered. Her fingers tangled again in his wet hair, torn between laughter and gasps.

"I was supposed to trim your hair," she whispered breathlessly.

Dominic’s mouth curved against her skin. "You will. Later."

Celeste’s protest died when Dominic’s mouth found hers again, stealing the air from her lungs. His kiss was wet, and unhurried, but deep enough to leave her dizzy. Water rippled around them, with the faint hum of the jacuzzi bubbling beneath the sound of their breaths.

Her hands fisted in his hair, tugging lightly as he nipped her lower lip. Dominic chuckled against her mouth. He was entirely too pleased with her reaction.

"Dominic..." she whispered, her voice half warning, and half plea.

"Mm?" His lips brushed her jaw, with his teeth grazing the curve of it. His hands roamed her back, mapping the lines of her body. "You’re trembling."

"I’m cold," she tried to lie, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her.

He pulled back just enough to look at her. His eyes glinted with softness. "No," he said firmly, his hand sliding lower to grip her hips. "You’re not cold. You’re burning."

Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she dropped her gaze, but Dominic caught her chin, tilting her face up again until she met his stare.

"You are gorgeous, Celeste," he murmured.

She swallowed hard, the words sticking in her throat, but she didn’t look away. Not when he was this close. Not when his eyes were searching her like they could see right through to her heart.

Dominic leaned forward again, pressing his lips to her nose, then her cheek, softer now, and slower. His hands steadied her on his lap, as his touch turned protective rather than demanding.

The sudden gentleness made her chest ache. It wasn’t just lust. It was him. The man who knew exactly when to tease, when to push, and when to simply hold her.

Her arms slipped around his shoulders, hugging him tighter, and she buried her face against the side of his neck. The rhythm of the water surrounded them, soothing and warm.