Chapter 31

OLIVIA'S POV His gaze was molten. As I stepped out of the dressing room, I could feel the heat radiating from him. It wasn't just admiration—it was hunger, barely restrained. His eyes roamed over the emerald gown clinging to my curves, lingering a second longer over my belly, where our child grew. His fingers twitched at his sides as if he were holding back from reaching for me. The air crackled. My skin tingled. "Dominic?" I said softly, unsure if he was even breathing. He stepped closer, so near that his scent hit me like a wave—earthy pine and raw heat—and when his fingers grazed my bare arm, I shivered. I didn't mean to, but my lips parted as a soft gasp escaped. His voice dropped to a sinful, husky drawl. "Ask me again how you look... and I swear, Olivia, I won't let you leave this store without showing you exactly what you do to me." My knees went weak. Goddess. I turned my face slightly, our lips inches apart, and whispered breathlessly, "This isn't the place…" That slow, danger