“Go pick up the key off the bed.” It took me a moment to make sense of the words that came out of his mouth. His lips were distracting; they were curled in an almost-smile that made me want to lean in and taste them.
“The key?” It was familiar, but…
He finally chuckled, and it pulled a low moan from me. “The key for the mailbox, boy. Go pick up the key off the bed. You’ve got about ten seconds, or I’m going to move away from this dresser and you’re going to get more than you bargained for.”
Damn.
Key. Key to the mailbox. “The mailbox key.”
“That’s right. Go get it.” The laughter was still in his eyes, but there was also a thread of steel in his voice that had a shiver running down my spine.
It took a moment to make my feet work. My legs were slightly rubbery, but they held me up while I walked across the room. Picking up the key off the comforter, I turned back to Houston. God, he was incredible. The muscles in his ass begged to be touched and worshiped—
“Reece.” It wasn’t until his stern voice made me freeze that I realized I’d been walking toward him.
“Yes?”Sir. I wanted to add it so badly I could almost taste the word, but I couldn’t. It wasn’t right. He was sexy and almost naked and using that rough voice on me—but he wasn’t my Dom, he wasn’t anyone’s Dom.
At least, I didn’t think he was.
“I’m going to change clothes for the gym, and you have things you need to be doing, don’t you?” Even as turned-on and distracted as I was, I realized he should’ve been a lot angrier with me. Furious. Steam-coming-out-of-his-ears upset. At the very least, embarrassed.
I didn’t even question what I was going to say; everything came out automatically. “Yes. I have to unpack the kitchen boxes and get groceries, and I might move the furniture around in my room.”
“You’re going to let me know if you need help moving anything. Is that clear?” The expression on his face made it obvious that it wasn’t an option.
“Yes, Sir.” Again, everything was automatic.
“Good boy. Go on, it’s time for me to get ready, and you don’t need to see the front of these.” His voice softened and that crooked smile came out again as I walked toward the door.
As I paused at the door and glanced back, I just shrugged vaguely, his nearly naked body too distracting for words. I clearly needed more brains, and to get laid, that was the only excuse I had for what came out next as I walked out the door. “I’ve already seen them on Lane. I can almost picture exactly how you’d look in them.”
