Whatever it was about this man that drove me to actually fantasize was troubling. I didn’t let things like this get stuck in my head. Not to the point of musing between patients, wondering how tonight would go.
Dinner was never on the table. I didn’t wine and dine.
Yet, here I was, pulling my car up next to his old beater and throwing it into park before getting out.
Second-guessing was for cowards. A group I’d never catch myself dead being a part of. Tonight would satiate my appetite and allow me to move on. The craving needed to only be coddled a short while until I grew bored.
That was how the cycle always went.
He looked good, despite clearly shivering in the cold. His hair had been brushed back from his forehead, the comb lines still visible even in the poor lighting. The thought of running my hands through it to mess up his carefully groomed appearance nagged at me.
Gripping it while I shoved my cock down his throat would be the first thing we got to once this dinner was over.
Why invite him out to dinner in the first place?
A question for the centuries. One I still had no answer to.
Impulsiveness had taken over that afternoon in his bedroom—too overwhelmed after seeing his beautiful collection and dying to know what each and every one of those sets looked like on him. The panties had been enough to coax me into stripping him down, seeing his bulge tucked perfectly snug under the silk material.
That image was burned into my brain.
His gaze tracking every little twitch of my fingers when they hovered over his thighs, the sharp inhale he’d taken the moment I’d grabbed onto his meaty skin and squeezed, the slight fluttering of his lashes while he tried to maintain focus and not give in to the pleasure starting to race through his veins.
I’d obsessed the entire ride back home, barely noticing his sister and niece’s curious glances as I’d passed them on the way out.
Nothing was stopping me from grabbing Terran by the two sides of his jacket and slamming him up against his rust bucket of a car to strip him down and see what other little gifts he was planning on surprising me with on top of what I’d told him to wear. He seemed full of those lately.
At every turn, I never knew what to expect. I’d misjudged him since the moment I’d had him in my OR.
His breath clouded in front of him when he exhaled, a small smile quirking his lips up. “Hey.”
“Cold?” I said, already knowing the answer. His lips were already slightly blue.
“Yeah. I didn’t want you to have to come to the door and risk getting roped into my niece wanting to show you her entire Barbie collection. She loves meeting new people.”
My gaze darted to his house for a moment before settling onto him again. “Bit of a terrifying trait for a small child to possess in the city.”
He huffed out a laugh, more vapor clouding in front of him. “Yeah. Hence the move here.”
My mouth parted again to ask him if that was the only reason he moved such a distance, right before realizing we were already starting to get into personal talk.
This dinner was meant to be a precursor to our inevitable transition back to my house. Not a segue into getting to know this man.
What did it matter what his life was like before coming to Ellington Heights when I’d soon have him shoved face down into a couch cushion?
Or a mattress if we actually were able to make it that far.
Turning from him, I popped the door to the Alfa Romeo open and stepped back far enough for him to climb in.
His gaze slowly pinged from the door, to my hand, and then back up to me. “You’re being oddly chivalrous.”
“Iamcapable of being polite when the occasion calls for it.”
“Occasion, huh,” he drawled, ducking past my arm to slide into the seat.
Something in his tone forced me to hesitate swinging the door shut the moment his legs cleared the frame. “What else would this be called?”
“I don’t know, Silas, a date?”
