It was time tostop running from what he wanted.
What they bothwanted.
Chapter 10
Grant
He’d teased Carterabout it being a booty call, but it didn’t have that kind of feel to it. Carterwasn’t the type. He wouldn’t have done it without deliberately trying to sendGrant a message—but what? A late call for a drink wasn’t something he wouldhave expected from Carter.
Carter had a lotof walls and uncertainty that came from people who hadn’t understood or supportedhim, but Grant had a feeling when he was ready to let those walls come down, itwould be amazing. He’d thought they’d made progress when Carter tried on thesexy outfit for him, but he didn’t want to assume anything, so he hadn’tpushed.
They were going toexplore their relationship at Carter’s pace. Grant was just hoping Carterwouldn’t make him guess how fast or slow it was supposed to go. He was betterthan Garrett at interpreting subtlety, but he didn’t want there to be anymiscommunications with Carter. Some people might like teasing and hinting, buthe could see that backfiring with Carter.
The drive toCarter’s house wasn’t that many miles, but it felt like forever before he was pullingin the driveway. Turning the car off, he climbed out and headed toward thedoor.
Longest thirty secondsever.
His brain wasgoing back and forth, trying to figure out what Carter meant by the texts.Asking would probably ruin the mood, but unless it was obvious, he might haveto.
It was obvious.
Carter opened thedoor before he could knock. Grant was left standing on the porch, arm raisedand jaw falling to the steps. His sexy sub was stunning—and thankfully nothinting at all.
“You requestedsomething sexy, I think?” Carter had a teasing glint in his eyes but his nerveswere also showing. Little nibbles to his shiny lips and shifting hands withpolished nails that didn’t quite know where they belonged let Grant see howhard it was for his pretty sub.
“You areincredible.” Grant let his hand fall to his side as he stepped closer, invadingCarter’s personal space. Not touching, but so close he might as well have been.“I’ve never seen anything hotter. I don’t remember seeing this in your drawer.”
Carter’s cheeksheated, drawing attention to the subtle powder sparkling around his eyes, andhis hands came up to brush down his chest. “It’s new. When I saw it, I thoughtyou’d like it.”
“You were right.”Grant’s heated words left no doubt how much he loved the outfit, even if Carterhad missed his raging erection.
The outfit was whitelace that seemed to mold to Carter’s skin. Little straps went over hisshoulders, leading to the stretchy looking lace tank top Grant knew probablyhad a name, but he could hardly remember his own in that moment. It clung toCarter’s lean body, accentuating every dip and hint of curve.
The bottoms wereeven more incredible. They were tight little shorts that reminded Grant of theother ones, but these left nothing to the imagination. Carter’s thickeningerection was beautifully outlined, and by the way they went up on the sides,Grant had a good image in his head about how much of Carter’s tempting asswould be showing.
Carter gave a lowchuckle that had Grant’s gaze trailing back up his body to look at Carter’spleased expression. No more fear, no more nerves. Just pleasure and a wicked humorthat was enjoying Grant’s reaction. “Glad you like it.”
Grant licked hislips and gave Carter one last, thorough glance. “I think I’m ready for thatdrink now.”
Sexy clothesdidn’t mean Carter was going to get out of them, so Grant needed something inhis hands before he closed that last step. Carter was entirely too tempting.
Carter grinned anda low chuckle vibrated through Grant. “Wine okay?” Then Carter’s grin turnedpositively evil as he turned and walked back toward the living room.
The view wasperfect.
The little shortsrode high on his ass baring most of his cheeks, giving teasing glances at theseam that hinted at other tempting places Grant wanted to explore. There wasonly one thing missing to make the picture perfect.
“Oh pretty, theonly thing missing is a pink bottom peeking out of those panties.” Grant’swords came out low and husky. If he hadn’t been watching Carter’s body so closely,he might have missed the little hitch in his step and the way his ass clenchedtight. His sub liked that idea.
It was enough tomake any Dom crazy. Keeping his hands to himself had never been as hard beforeas it was in that moment. Carter was trying to kill him. His heart was pounding,and with all the blood rushing toward his cock, it was entirely possible. Reachingdown, he didn’t try to hide his movements as he adjusted his dick into a morecomfortable position.
Carter peeked backin time to see Grant’s hands. The pink in his cheeks flared to life again, andhe quickly glanced forward. He might have been a little embarrassed, but therewas an extra swing to his step that let Grant know he wasn’t too flustered.
By the time theyreached the living room, Grant was even harder and Carter’s sexy walk wasmaking it hard to think. It took Grant a minute to hear the words that Carterwas saying. “Sorry, what?”
“Wine? Is thatokay?” Carter’s eyes were dancing. He liked knowing he’d melted Grant’s brain.
“That’s fine.”Grant didn’t care what it was at that point. His body and brain were occupiedwith more important tasks: keeping his hands to himself and not doing anythingstupid.
