“You drive me insane,” Dom snapped as he grabbed Keeland and yanked him close.
After sliding his thumb over Keeland’s lips, Dombent to kiss him. He brought his hand to the back of Keeland’s head, holding him still. It was a deep, sensual kiss that swept through his body like a tsunami.
Keeland whimpered when Dom broke the connection of their lips and pulled back. His eyes, dark and stormy, flashed with something Keeland couldn’t define before Dom leaned back in and recaptured his lips, kissing him again, hard and deep.
His heart felt as if it were going to pound right out of his chest when Dom shoved him roughly up against the wall, pinning him there with a leg between Keeland’s thighs.
Dom grabbed a fistful of Keeland’s hair and yanked his head back. Keeland’s breath caught in the back of his throat before a long, needy moan was wrenched from his mouth. He had been kissed before, but never like this. Dom wanted to devour him. He tasted him, claimed him.
Keeland was all too willing to submit.
He closed his eyes as he sank his hands into Dom’s thick hair and pulled him closer, returning the kiss with abandon. Dom wrapped his arms around Keeland and lifted him off his feet. His hands gripped Keeland’s ass.
“I’m not crazy, baby. I promise,” Dom whispered against his lips.
Keeland wasn’t sure he agreed with Dom, but he wasn’t sure he cared.
“Come with me, Keeland.” His voice had a catch in it. “Please?”
Keeland leaned back until he could look into Dom’s eyes. “Why?”
“Please?”
Keeland’s shoulders slumped because there was no way he could deny the plea in Dom’s voice or the desperation in his eyes. He didn’t know what was going on, and maybe Dom was just as crazy as he thought he was, but maybe it didn’t matter all that much.
“I have some things I want to share with you, but I need to talk to my brother first. It’s important.”
Keeland frowned. “I can’t just leave work.”
“I know, I just…” Dom’s hand wrapped around Keeland’s throat, his thumb rubbing lightly over his skin. “I really want to talk to you, to spend more time with you, but…” He shook his head. “I have to go talk to my brother.”
“Can you at least tell me why?” Keeland asked.
“Those two men who were here, I think they mean me and my family harm.”
Well, that didn’t make sense.
“Are you a poacher?”
“God, no!”
“Then—”
“Look, just come with me.” Dom’s hand slid down Keeland’s arm until their hands connected. He entwined their fingers. “Please.”
“Fine, I’ll tell Jarrod we’re closing early.”
Dom’s grin was worth whatever shit he was going to face out in the lobby. Jarrod was a fantastic receptionist, but he had a wild gossiping streak. If Keeland ever wanted to know anything about anyone, he just needed to ask Jarrod.
Keeland grabbed his jacket, car keys, and wallet, then waited for Dom to get the picnic basket and Henrietta—who he had to pull out from under the desk—before heading out to the lobby.
“Jarrod, I have to go out for a little while, so we’re going to close up the clinic early. You can have the rest of the afternoon off.”
“Is something wrong, Doc?”
Damn, how much to say without it being bandied about town? “No, no, nothing is wrong. I just—”
“He’s helping me,” Dom said as he gestured to the kitten peeking out of the top of his jacket. “Henrietta is a bit of a handful. I was hoping he could come over and see what I have set up for her and give me some pointers. I don’t want to do anything that might stunt her growth.”
