Carter lookedsuspicious. “What?”
Grant made hisvoice even lower just to watch Carter shiver. “Putting on something special forme.”
Carter’s mouthtensed up, and Grant could see thoughts racing through his head. Finally,Carter popped one hip out and folded his arms across his chest. “For you, huh?”
“For me—becauseyou have to know how fabulous you looked in that sundress. And I have it on goodauthority you were just as hot in your new skirt. Don’t you want to show me howincredible you looked?” Grant knew he was laying on the dress-sexy-for-meroutine fairly thick. While he would have loved anything Carter wore, he knewCarter was worried about it. He would have realized it without Wyatt’s help,but it was nice to know his suspicions were correct.
Carter couldn’tdecide how to answer. His mouth opened and closed several times until hefinally shook his head and stalked off toward the back of the house. Hoping hewasn’t pushing his luck, or Carter’s patience, he called out teasingly, “Ithought you knew you were supposed to look sexy for your boyfriend on a date. Idressed up for you.”
Something crasheddown the hall, and Grant was worried for a minute until he started hearingCarter’s creative cursing coming from what he thought was his bedroom. Betweenhis colorful uses of the word fuck, Grant caught that Carter had walked intohis dresser and that he thought Grant should be creatively tortured. Wyatt,too.
Deciding thatletting Carter cool down was probably a better option than the naughty comebacksthat came to mind, Grant kept his mouth shut. Grant was pleased that eventhough Carter was frustrated with him, he never disagreed with the date comment,or the boyfriend one.
Wandering into theliving room and being nosy, he’d been prepared to wait for a while, but Cartercame back out within a few minutes. This time he looked more like himself, orat least, that’s how it felt to Grant. The slim skirt went down to his ankles,hugging his frame beautifully, and there was something dark around his eyesthat highlighted how stunning he already looked. Grant couldn’t wait to see howthe skirt looked from the back.
The little birdiemight have dropped a hint about that, too.
Carter had keptthe white shirt but changed out the shoes he’d been wearing for low-heeledboots. Grant knew they probably had a name, and he made a note to himself tolook it up. He wasn’t much for clothes, but Carter was, so that made itimportant to him.
Letting out a lowwhistle, Grant watched Carter blush as some of his residual anger faded.Carter’s stance relaxed and his eyes lit up. His sweet man looked amazing. “Youlook sexy. You going to give me a turn, or do I have to wait until I follow youout?”
Shaking his headat Grant like he’d been a naughty kid, Carter gave him another sassy look andturned slowly. Once his back was to Grant, he looked over one shoulder andsmirked. Carter knew exactly how incredible his ass looked.
Widening his stance,Grant slid his hands into his pockets to frame his cock and gave Carter anappreciative glance. Licking his lips, Grant looked back up to Carter’s face.He made his desire obvious. It would have been too much for any other first date;he was smart enough to realize that. However, Grant wanted Carter to know howmuch he wanted him, so that there would be no misunderstandings and nosecond-guessing.
Carter finishedturning around and did something with the way he stood. All of a sudden, hewasn’t just long and lean, he was curvy and slinky—and somehow, knowing thatthere was a cock under all that sexy packaging made Grant hard and needy.
He’d always likedmore feminine guys. However, they usually took one look at him and headed inthe opposite direction. Carter must have seen Grant’s arousal go frominterested and fun to serious and desperate, because his blush came back and hestraightened up.
Grant wasn’t surewhy Carter was always so surprised when he responded to the pretty man’s flirting,but he was going to do his best to help Carter get used to it. Carter seemed tobe pushing aside his embarrassment because he gave Grant a stern look. “I’massuming this will do? Can we go to dinner now?”
“Oh, yes,beautiful. It will do.” Grant hammed it up a little, wiggling his eyebrows likea lecherous cartoon character, and had Carter rolling his eyes again.
“Let’s go. BeforeI decide I can’t take you in public with all that teasing.” Carter headed forthe door, letting Grant hang back to admire his ass.
“Who said I wasteasing?” Grant let his voice go deep and needy again. Carter’s little shivermade his ass twitch, and Grant’s mouth started watering. Maybe he couldconvince Carter to just stay in. No—he pushed the fantasy away immediately.Carter needed to see that Grant wasn’t going to hide him.
Carter seemed at aloss for words, because he kept quiet and just shook his head as they walkedout the door. Locking up the house, Carter turned to Grant. “Would you hold thekeys? Skirts and dresses never have enough pockets.”
“Sure.” Holdingout his hand, Grant took the keys. “What about a purse?” Grant was serious, butCarter narrowed his eyes like he was expecting more to the comment.
When Grant justkept looking at him questioningly, Carter shrugged and relaxed. “Never got intothem. Keeping track of a little bag seems like a hassle.”
Grant nodded,filing the information away. “Makes sense.”
Carter keptwatching Grant as they walked down off the porch and headed for the car. Grantfelt a little like a bug under a microscope. Carter didn’t seem to know what tomake of him. Grant thought he’d been obvious in the house, but maybe not.
Opening the doorfor his date, Grant gave him a smile and a wink as he sat down. Before Carter couldgrab the seat belt, Grant had it and was leaning in the car, reaching acrossCarter’s body. The beautiful man’s eyes heated up, but Grant wasn’t sure if hewas turned on or frustrated.
He had that effecton lots of people.
“Is this a Domthing, or did you think I couldn’t figure it out?” Carter’s voice volleyedbetween skepticism and sarcasm. Grant thought it was sexy.
He let his voicedrop and his gaze wander down Carter’s body as he straightened up. “Neither,although the Dom in me likes seeing you restrained. I just wanted an excuse toget close to you.” Then, with a wink, he closed the door and walked around tothe driver’s side.
Thoroughlyenjoying making Carter nuts, Grant climbed in the car with a smile. Trying tolook innocent, he turned to Carter. “Steak sound good to you?”
Carter looked likehe wanted to throw something at Grant. “Yes.” Then, through clenched teeth, hemanaged to keep going. “Sounds delicious, thanks.”
