Page 15 of Counterpoint
“Do you?” Hook, line, and sinker. Dominic’s smile saideverything. Yes, there’d be other dates after this one.
When the cake came, Adrian fed it to Dominic, watching the way those lips and tongue took the heavy cake off the fork. A beautiful mouth, no doubt as talented as it was pretty. The fact that Dominic was articulate and interested in literature and fine food as well as fucking? Perfect.
So was that smile, the one that seemed to say that Dominic thought he was just as in charge of the situation as Adrian. And perhaps he was.
The cake was delightful, and so was that little sound Dominic made when he swallowed down the last bite. Hell, Adrian was harder than he’d been in a long while, if he discounted his first encounter with Mr. Dominic Bradley.
As they waited for the waiter to collect their dishes, Adrian pointed to the book of poetry. “May I?”
“Of course.” Dominic placed it in Adrian’s hands.
He flipped it open at random. “‘To a Stranger.’ How apropos.”
That earned him a smirk. “We are, aren’t we? Strangers. Eating and drinking.”
The lines were obviously familiar to Dominic. To Adrian, as well.“I ate with you and slept with you.”
But it was the last line that held Adrian’s attention.
“I am to see to it that I do not lose you.”
Well, if that ever were a sign that he should keep pursuing the interesting man before him. Not that he believed in fate or portents. Life was far too chaotic for that. He closed the book. “Would you like to come over, Dominic?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” A quirk formed on those lips.
He wanted under Dominic’s clothes, wanted to press fingertips against skin. Drag his tongue down that neck and devour full-throated moans.
When the check came, Dominic collected it before Adrian could reach for the folder. “This is nonnegotiable.”
A flare in his speech and gaze had Adrian nodding in agreement. “Of course.”
There was strength in this man, enough to bend, enough to let go. But also to stand his ground, which Adrian appreciated as much as all the other parts he’d glimpsed.
Check paid, they both rose and headed out of the bar. Adrian caught Dominic’s hand and pulled him close. “I normally don’t take anyone home on a weeknight.”
Warm hand in his. An even warmer one slipped beneath Adrian’s suit jacket. “Breaking your rules for me?”
“I suspect I’ll have no regrets whatsoever.” He slid his fingers into Dominic’s hair and tugged him close. Lips met lips and thighs brushed. And yes, Dominic tasted superb with chocolate.
This time when he broke the kiss, Dominic clung to him, cock hard and body trembling. “Adrian.”
“Hmm?”
“Please take me home and fuck me.” Low, soft words, so sexy, like silk over skin.
Before he claimed another kiss, he whispered against Dominic’s neck, “It’ll be my pleasure.”
* * *
Walking hand in hand with Adrian was such a head rush for Dom. He never got to be this way in public, be gay, bewithsomeone. But on the walk to Adrian’s place, he was out and open and so fucking turned on it was actually a wonder he could walk at all.
Adrian seemed to know the effect he was having, given his amused smile and the glint in his eyes. Didn’t help when he yanked on Dom’s hand and pulled him into a searing kiss that shook him to the bones. At this point in his life, Dom had been with countless men, but this guy—this guy turned him inside out like no other. Maybe it was the way he gripped Dom’s hair. Maybe it was the gold in his eyes or just how smart he was, but whatever the cause, Dom couldn’t catch his breath around Adrian.
Even more troubling, he didn’t want to. Being swept away was exhilarating and terrifying. Like a roller coaster where you couldn’t see the hills and valleys or even the end of the line. He moaned into Adrian’s insistent kiss and let himself go. Wherever Adrian led, Dom would follow, at least for tonight.
“You’re such a treat,” Adrian murmured. “How are you here with me?”
That was easy to answer. “I’m here because you commented on my choice of literature.”
