Not that I was feeling guilty.
He’d been the one to text me a copy of the damn thing at eleven o’clock, along with a winking emoji that’d given me a two-minute warning he was going to be updating his blog. He was just lucky I wasn’t a Dom. Eli was a sub in desperate need of a spanking.
“Cheeky little brat.”
As organized as Houston was, it didn’t take long to find the coffee and get a pot going. Making a mental note to pick up more at the store later, I wandered around trying to think of what else I was going to need. I had several boxes in the bedroom full of kitchen stuff I hadn’t let the guys unpack, and I was itching to dig into them. It had been entirely too long since I’d been able to use them.
I’d downplayed just how frustrating the last guy I’d lived with had been. It was probably some form of passive-aggressive behavior that I’d never understood, however, he’d all but marked every corner of the apartment to make sure I hadn’t gotten too comfortable inhisspace.
Moving had never felt so good.
Houston hadn’t given me the impression he would have the same problem. At least, not about the kitchen, considering half the cabinets were empty. From the little things he’d said over the burgers, he liked food, he just wasn’t really interested in cooking for himself. Doctoring up my coffee, I tried to think of a few things I could make that he might like.
Not that I was trying to get him to notice me.
We both had to eat, that was it.
No fantasies of him throwing me down and fucking me senseless because dinner had been so good he had to have me right there. No dirty thoughts about being tied up as his slave. Nope. Nothing wicked or kinky over here.
Just a sub whoclearlyneeded to get laid.
“Organize, groceries, bed.” Maybe even a cold shower.
Carrying the mug down the hall, I’d just made it into the bedroom when Houston called from down the hall. “I forgot to give you your key to the mailbox.”
Setting down my coffee, I missed the next part, but I thought he said something about grabbing the key and the gym. Thinking that he meant for me to get it before he left the apartment, I headed toward his room. Giving his partially open door a knock, I called out, “I missed that last part—”
Shit.
Houston was standing over by his dresser at the far side of the room, ripped muscles and sculpted back on display. He was naked. Almost naked. The bright blue panties that stretched over his ass were the only thing covering his body.
The lace panels at the back skimmed over the top of his cheeks and left the lower part bare. The fabric wrapped around his hips, and I knew exactly how incredible they’d look from the front. His cock would be slid up one side, half-hidden and half-displayed, playing peek-a-boo in the naughtiest way.
I knew exactly how they would look, because I’d seen them at work.
However, I’d never wanted to kneel down and run my tongue over panties when Lane had been wearing them. Not that his ass hadn’t been great, but something about the way Houston looked made my mouth water.
Houston cleared his throat, and I finally saw him watching me in the mirror. He was too close to the dresser for me to see anything below his waist in the front, but his stern expression and the way one eyebrow went up in a what-are-you-doing way had me trying to respond.
“You said…and a key…and leaving…”
Yup, I was a moron who couldn’t string a sentence together. Houston didn’t seem angry. His mouth turned up at one corner, and I had a feeling he was trying not to laugh at me. Finding my lack of brains funny was better than him getting pissed at me, though.
“I said I’d get it for you when I got back from the gym.” His voice dropped low, and it sent a shiver running through me. I was clearly a naughty boy who hadn’t listened.
Or maybe that was just the fantasy playing out in my head.
“Oh. I’m sorry.” I probably should have moved, but in all honesty, it hadn’t occurred to me.
He was incredible. Broad and strong, he seemed even taller undressed. I’d never thought I had a type when it came to men. Maybe I hadn’t thought about it enough, but if someone would have asked me even minutes before what I liked in a man, I would have probably given a fairly generic description.
I’d always noticed the domination first. How a gaze could pin me to a spot and make my mouth water. How a look could make me want to kneel. At that moment, I knew the answer would never be that vague again. Houston had the same domination behind his eyes, but it was more than that.
He was sexy and built, and I knew his touch would be firm and incredible, but the confidence and knowledge in his eyes were just as breathtaking. Houston knew who he was and what he wanted. It pushed me right back to the aggressive, dominant man who’d pulled open the door and told me he wore panties and wasn’t going to take shit about it from anyone.
“Reece.” Houston’s deep, rough voice pulled me out of the fantasy that was weaving its way through my brain.
“Yes?” My eyes moved back to his in the mirror, and I tried to remember what I was supposed to be doing.
