Letting myself in, I was grateful for the quiet. Wandering over to the couch, I threw myself down and stared up at the ceiling. I knew I should probably go to my room and give him some space, but that wasn’t what I wanted.
They’d all said he was interested, that it wasn’t my imagination. The general consensus was that he was a Dom. He was just freaked that I knew so much about him when he didn’t know shit about me. That was fair. Houston needed to see that I wasn’t running from the fact that he was a guy or a Dom.
I just hoped he didn’t mind the whole never-been-with-a-guy thing.
I’d dated guys. Kissing had even been on the menu with a few of them. It wasn’t like I didn’t know men turned me on. Inexperienced didn’t mean stupid or confused. I wasn’t too worried about that part, though. The general thought on that was that he’d love the whole kind-of-a-virgin thing.
Smiling, I had to agree.
Houston was controlling and a bit possessive. It would probably be right up his alley. And mine. I liked the idea that he could be the first Dom I submitted to. He made me smile. He also made my mouth water and my cock hard. Fuck, those panties. And he had more, enough that he knew I would see them one day. That had to mean drawers full, right?
I was so screwed.
Standing up, I started stripping off my clothes. “Damn dominants who make subs do all the work.” Shirt, pants, socks…everything got neatly folded on the couch. The pants were tight enough that I hadn’t bothered with boxers or anything under them, so when I knelt down in the middle of the living room, I was naked and more than half-hard.
Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and tried to relax. Hopefully, he wasn’t the type to drive around in circles pouting all night. I did not want to be waiting around for hours; my patience was only so good, and eventually, I was going to get an ulcer from worrying.
It was going to be fine.
Houston came home every night to find a naked sub waiting in his living room. Yup, it was all going to go straight to hell. At least I’d be able to say I tried. And he wouldn’t be able to say I was straight. Stupid, yes—but not straight.
Fuck.
He had to hurry his ass home.
