if I prefer the
underwear look over the suit.
“That’s a matter of
opinion.”
Wait. What was the
question?
“Hey!” I shake off my
haze. Clearly, I need sex. Fast. “What are you saying?”
A grin spreads across
his face as he pulls his pants on and buttons them. He walks to the
bed and bends down in front of me. “I’m saying you’re a very
refined, exquisite taste, Dayton. That’s all.”
“I’m trying to decide
if I should be offended by the ‘refined’ part of that.”
He runs a thumb across
my cheek. “No. My taste is very refined and I happen to like you
very, very much.”
My breath catches when
his lips hover in front of mine. “Me, or my taste?”
“Both,” he murmurs, his
lips brushing mine with his words. “Your taste more so when it’s on
my tongue.”
I hum low in my throat
when his mouth lingers on mine. He smiles and straightens, and he
threads a belt through the loops on his pants.
“I don’t have anything
to wear to dinner.”
“So we’ll stop by your
place.” He shrugs. “As long as you put some decent clothes on
first.”
“I take offense to
that. Shorts and a tank are proper clothes.”
He pauses, his fingers
halfway through buttoning his shirt. “Dayton Lauren Black.” His
voice lowers, heat flaring in his eyes. “If I can see the curve of
your gorgeous little bare ass beneath the hem of your shorts,
they’re unsuitable for anyone’s eyes but my own. Get changed.
Now.”
I smile sweetly and
stand. “Is that a request or a demand?”
“It’s a fucking
requirement.”
I laugh my way to the
spare room and pull some jeans on instead. The shorts lie discarded
on the floor when I meet him in the main room, my house keys in my
hand.
His shirt is open at
his throat, the buttons undone just low enough to give a tiny
glimpse of a smattering of dark hair on his chest. His jacket
perfectly stretches across his shoulders, and he’s left it open,
meaning I can see how his shirt fits his body and his trim waist.
Shit, I’m staring so hard I can almost see each individual pack of
muscle hiding beneath the white cotton covering his stomach.
Aaron clears his
throat, and I look up. Dammit, Dayton. Mad. Be mad.
“Let’s go,” I mutter,
tugging on the strap of my tank.
He laughs quietly
behind me and secures an arm around my waist once we’re in the
elevator. “Like what you see?” he says into my ear.
“More than I probably
should, but not as much as you think.”
His fingers flex. “A
simple ‘yes’ would suffice.”
“Why build you up just
to have your parents tear you down tonight?” I raise an eyebrow, my
lips twitching.
“Because you’re
supposed to soothe me, baby.” He leads us through the lobby to a
waiting car. These things come from fucking nowhere.
I snort, getting in.
“Right. I’m going to soothe you when you deserve everything your
mom will throw at you. No, I’m going to be sitting there grinning
my fucking head off and agreeing with everything she says, baby .”
He sighs heavily. “I
suspected as much.” His eyes cut to mine. “You’re going to kill me
tonight, aren’t you?”
“It can be arranged. I
spent enough time thinking of all the ways I could when I arrived
back here, so I’m certainly not short on ideas.”
“Of course she assumes
it in the physical sense,” he murmurs, reaching over and tucking a
lock of hair behind my ear. I fight my smile, and he turns my face
to his. “I meant kill me with your beauty.”
“Of course I am. I plan
on making tonight as hard for you as it possibly can be.” I glance
at his pants so there’s no mistaking my meaning. His jaw
tightens.
“And to think, I’ve
only just gotten rid of the erection your shorts gave me.”
“Those shorts are
magical. Ask the cop who waived my speeding ticket when I was
wearing them two years ago.”
His eyes harden.
“You’ve worn those in public?”
I smile sweetly. “I
thought I had a flat. It was convenient timing, I must
underwear look over the suit.
“That’s a matter of
opinion.”
Wait. What was the
question?
“Hey!” I shake off my
haze. Clearly, I need sex. Fast. “What are you saying?”
A grin spreads across
his face as he pulls his pants on and buttons them. He walks to the
bed and bends down in front of me. “I’m saying you’re a very
refined, exquisite taste, Dayton. That’s all.”
“I’m trying to decide
if I should be offended by the ‘refined’ part of that.”
He runs a thumb across
my cheek. “No. My taste is very refined and I happen to like you
very, very much.”
My breath catches when
his lips hover in front of mine. “Me, or my taste?”
“Both,” he murmurs, his
lips brushing mine with his words. “Your taste more so when it’s on
my tongue.”
I hum low in my throat
when his mouth lingers on mine. He smiles and straightens, and he
threads a belt through the loops on his pants.
“I don’t have anything
to wear to dinner.”
“So we’ll stop by your
place.” He shrugs. “As long as you put some decent clothes on
first.”
“I take offense to
that. Shorts and a tank are proper clothes.”
He pauses, his fingers
halfway through buttoning his shirt. “Dayton Lauren Black.” His
voice lowers, heat flaring in his eyes. “If I can see the curve of
your gorgeous little bare ass beneath the hem of your shorts,
they’re unsuitable for anyone’s eyes but my own. Get changed.
Now.”
I smile sweetly and
stand. “Is that a request or a demand?”
“It’s a fucking
requirement.”
I laugh my way to the
spare room and pull some jeans on instead. The shorts lie discarded
on the floor when I meet him in the main room, my house keys in my
hand.
His shirt is open at
his throat, the buttons undone just low enough to give a tiny
glimpse of a smattering of dark hair on his chest. His jacket
perfectly stretches across his shoulders, and he’s left it open,
meaning I can see how his shirt fits his body and his trim waist.
Shit, I’m staring so hard I can almost see each individual pack of
muscle hiding beneath the white cotton covering his stomach.
Aaron clears his
throat, and I look up. Dammit, Dayton. Mad. Be mad.
“Let’s go,” I mutter,
tugging on the strap of my tank.
He laughs quietly
behind me and secures an arm around my waist once we’re in the
elevator. “Like what you see?” he says into my ear.
“More than I probably
should, but not as much as you think.”
His fingers flex. “A
simple ‘yes’ would suffice.”
“Why build you up just
to have your parents tear you down tonight?” I raise an eyebrow, my
lips twitching.
“Because you’re
supposed to soothe me, baby.” He leads us through the lobby to a
waiting car. These things come from fucking nowhere.
I snort, getting in.
“Right. I’m going to soothe you when you deserve everything your
mom will throw at you. No, I’m going to be sitting there grinning
my fucking head off and agreeing with everything she says, baby .”
He sighs heavily. “I
suspected as much.” His eyes cut to mine. “You’re going to kill me
tonight, aren’t you?”
“It can be arranged. I
spent enough time thinking of all the ways I could when I arrived
back here, so I’m certainly not short on ideas.”
“Of course she assumes
it in the physical sense,” he murmurs, reaching over and tucking a
lock of hair behind my ear. I fight my smile, and he turns my face
to his. “I meant kill me with your beauty.”
“Of course I am. I plan
on making tonight as hard for you as it possibly can be.” I glance
at his pants so there’s no mistaking my meaning. His jaw
tightens.
“And to think, I’ve
only just gotten rid of the erection your shorts gave me.”
“Those shorts are
magical. Ask the cop who waived my speeding ticket when I was
wearing them two years ago.”
His eyes harden.
“You’ve worn those in public?”
I smile sweetly. “I
thought I had a flat. It was convenient timing, I must
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