Page 14 of Counterpoint
Oh, now that was nice. He followed, crowded Dominic into the corner. “It’s like you want me to trap you.”
“Yes, please.” No uncertainty. Just the whisper of someone who desperately needed to lose himself.
Adrian didn’t know Dominic’s story, but he knew that look, the way he moved his body, the desire twisted into every motion. Adrian tapped the menu. “Pick your dinner.”
“Will you feed it to me again?”
Lord, this man. He hadn’t even fucked him, and yet Adrian already wanted more. More nights, more words. “We’ll drink wine, eat our meals, talk books, and perhaps have some dessert.” He leaned in close. “But I do have other plans for that mouth of yours tonight.”
There was steel in those brown eyes when they met Adrian’s. “Good.”
Dinner was top-notch, and the wine warming. Watching Dominic simultaneously unwind and also become a creature of fiery passion was exquisite. They discussed the Jack Saul book, and that left Dominic squirming on the bench while they waited to order dessert.
Adrian couldn’t help laying his hand on Dominic’s thigh. “This all right?”
A huff. “Was the last time.”
“But this is now.” Adrian stroked a finger over hard muscle under denim. “I’m not here to take advantage of you.”
“What if I want to be taken advantage of?”
Those dark eyes were bottomless and wide, it seemed. “Then it’s not being taken advantage of. It’s surrender.” Adrian hazarded the word. “Submission.”
He didn’t think Dominic’s eyes could get larger, but he’d been wrong. “Oh.” A lick of lips. “Okay.”
“Just okay?” He drifted his fingers higher.
Dominic chuckled. “More than. Do whatever you want, you know, without getting us thrown out or arrested for public indecency.”
Ah, yes. They would get alongverywell. With his free hand, he pulled Dominic in for a long kiss full of flavor and need. Once more, those lips parted and Dominic softened under Adrian’s hands.
Well, not all of him. His dick was nice and thick as Adrian traced it with his hand.
When he backed off, Dominic’s chest was heaving, his cheeks were flush with more than wine, and he looked about ready to beg.
“I brought you a list of books,” Adrian whispered against those willing lips.
A tiny moan. “Fuck, Adrian,” Dominic whispered. “You’re gonna give me whiplash.”
Yes, yes he was. With joy. “That’s the plan.” He sat back and dug the list out of his suit pocket and passed it along.
Dominic took it, his hands surprisingly steady given the rest of his body, unfolded it, and read. The flush remained, but a sharp, focused look took up where lust had been. “I’ve read some of these.” His gaze met Adrian’s, and it was everything at once. Intelligent, sexy, needy, impressed. “But not all of them.”
Good. That meant Adrian could offer the books to Dominic to borrow. “Which ones have you read?”
Before Dominic could list them off, the waiter finally came to take their dessert order. Adrian didn’t bother consulting Dominic this time. “That chocolate cake you have. One fork.”
Greg’s gaze flicked between them, and he nodded before retreating.
“No lemon this time?”
Adrian brushed a thumb over Dominic’s lips. “I want to see what you taste like with chocolate tonight.”
Another tremble. Good. He liked the needy edge on Dominic. It was going to be such a pleasure to take him home and tease the hell out of him before fucking him good and hard. “Now, which books?”
Dominic focused on the list. The ruddiness of his skin had spread down his neck. “Well,Maurice, for one, and the bio of Oscar Wilde.” He pointed out a few others. “I’ve been wanting to readCity of Nightfor ages.”
“I have a copy.”
