Exposed Exposed (Dom Nation #1) - E. Davies Page 0,42

sake.

In a heartbeat, I’d have him, I thought, and I dug my fingers into the leather in my hands. Suddenly I wished it were anything else—a whip, a flogger, a paddle, anything I could use to take what he was so clearly offering.

“In that case,” I said, my voice low and rough, “come with me to Dom Nation.” I grabbed his hand, tingles dancing up my arm to settle somewhere in my chest, my heart thumping.

Slate lurched forward, so quick to follow that he crashed into me like an overgrown puppy. I yelped and braced myself, but his weight threw me off-balance—and we went down.

The floor was waxy and cold under my back, and Slate was hot and heavy on me, his limbs tangled with mine. My self-control had been thin enough before now, but with his weight pressed into me…

Every pulse of blood shot straight down south, and I choked back a groan. My blood pumping and heart pounding, all I could do was gape at him, my mouth opening and closing ungracefully. “Slate!” I scolded.

“Sorry! Sorry,” Slate panted, squirming against me and yanking his arm out from under my shoulders. But the grinding motion of his hips against mine only stirred my blood faster.

I choked back a moan, curling my hands into fists and focusing everything I had on the bites of pain into my palms.

Take charge, I reminded myself. Instead of squirming with him, I lay still on the floor and projected a coolness and calm that I wished I felt as keenly as I could imitate it.

“Rule one, boy,” I said, watching his eyes widen and breathing hitch as he froze on all fours above me. “Don’t throw around your weight unless you want me to throw around mine.”

An odd mix of curiosity and worry flashed through his eyes—like he wanted to find out what I meant, but he was slightly afraid.

Good. He had some self-preservation instincts.

“Sorry,” he whispered hoarsely, his cheeks flushed red. He scrambled into a crouch and offered me his hands.

Is there a dignified way to get out of this? I wondered, still sprawled across the floor and trying to make it look like I belonged there. If I took his hands and he hauled me upright, he might think he could push me around in the future.

Slate impatiently gestured with his hands and then grinned, a wicked spark in his eye. “Well, now I know what the view would be like.”

It only took me a second to realize what he meant. And then I couldn’t unsee it.

Slate would look incredible riding me, his hands bound behind his back, the hard line of his shaft bouncing up and slapping down against my stomach with every thrust, a sheen of sweat gleaming on his brow and trickling down his chest…

Fuck. I was hard as hell, my tip wet and straining against my underwear, pushing a tent out from my trousers. I couldn’t hide it, or the way my lips fell apart and my glassy gaze wandered up and down his body.

He grinned at me like he was extremely pleased with himself and wiggled his fingertips again.

“I know what you’re doing,” I told him tartly, finally accepting his hands to get up. Slate’s grip was strong and reliable, making me relax and trust him. He pulled me to my feet so fast and effortlessly that I wobbled before I found my footing.

The mischievous smile vanished, and he looked solemn. “That was an accident. One hundred percent. Sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.” But his smile never left his eyes.

Slate still held both my hands, and the firm pressure of his warm skin on mine made my cock ache for contact with his body. I wanted to throw my arms around him and press into his thigh. I’d grind shamelessly, denying him release while making him feel every quiver and ripple of my body as I found release against him…

Rex! I told myself off again, sharply inhaling to cut off the fantasy.

Slate’s eyes were still gleaming with satisfaction. “Show me the way, sir,” he breathed, and it was impossible to miss the hard line in his leather shorts when I stepped back and dropped one of his hands.

Oh, he’s going to get me into so much trouble.

But I couldn’t bring myself to let go of Slate’s other hand. I needed the contact like a scuba diver needed oxygen.

I’d dropped off a bag of gear in the bag check earlier, before opening Daddy Cakes. Just in case