Storm grinned. “Just a little longer, sunshine.”
“I can’t wait,” Nathan whined.
“Yes, you can.” He’d never envied Talon’s ability to teleport more. He cast about for something to distract him. “Hey, tell me what you were thinking when you first walked into the club. You had an odd look on your face.” He rested his hand on Nathan’s thigh, stroking gently with his thumb.
Nathan hummed under his breath.
“Were you just overwhelmed?”
“No. Well, yes. But no. I saw people in restraints. I wondered what it would feel like to surrender like that with you.”
Storm’s cock hardened rapidly at the thought. He could make that happen at his apartment, if Nathan wanted it. He had the means—and the gear. As the bouncer, he didn’t often take people home from the club. It was more likely he’d wind up in a VIP room with someone after his shift, but he still had all the right toys of his own, should he want to bring someone home for a more private session. It hadn’t happened in months, and he could think of no one he’d rather break that streak with than Nathan. Only Nathan. Always.
“We can do that if you want, sunshine,” Storm said. “Say the word.”
Teeth pressed against his bicep. “Please.” The words were damp against his skin.
Hell yes.
They couldn’t get to his apartment fast enough. He burned rubber coming to a stop in the parking garage below the building and all but hauled Nathan out of the truck after him. In the elevator, he pressed Nathan to the wall by the buttons and pressed the one for the top floor.
“Do you want a safe word?” Storm asked.
“Safe word?” Nathan’s eyes were blown wide, his face and neck flushed.
“Yes. A random word you say if you want the sex to stop.”
Nathan looked affronted. “Why the hell would I want the sex to stop?”
Storm grinned. “Okay, your word is London. If you feel overwhelmed or need to stop for any reason—even a drink of water—I want you to say it. Okay?”
His nonplussed expression didn’t fill Storm with confidence. “Okay.”
“What’s your word?”
“London.”
“Good. The minute we step out of this elevator, I’m taking over. You do everything I say, exactly as I say it.”
“Why?” Nathan asked.
Storm leaned in, capturing his lips in a heated, hungry kiss. “Because if you do, I’ll make you feelincredible.”
Nathan’s eyes hooded with want. “Okay.”
The elevator dinged. Storm didn’t turn as the doors opened, watching Nathan’s eyes dart to them and back, waiting. His pretty gray eyes were wide with anticipation, and Storm could barely believe this was really about to happen. Nathan was going to let himhave him, however he wanted. Where did he even begin? There were so many things he wanted to show him.
He gripped Nathan’s shoulders, sliding down his arms to his hands. Nathan’s breath left in a quiet whoosh as Storm tugged him away from the elevator wall and into the hallway. His was the only door on the right, and windows lined the left.
His apartment was mostly open. A minimalistic kitchen with gray cabinets and sleek, white marble counters sat on the left. Bare brick walls, wide windows, and tall, twenty-foot ceilings made the space seem cavernous. The bathroom was in the corner on the right, and living room furniture dotted the room. In the back corner, his bed awaited in the loft upstairs. They would get there eventually. For now, Storm led Nathan to the sofa.
“Take your clothes off. All of them,” he ordered.
Nathan’s face was flushed as he silently obeyed, trembling fingers divesting himself of his clothes one piece at a time. Shirt, boots, socks, jeans, boxers. It all wound up in a pile over the arm of the sofa, boots on the floor beside it. When he was completely naked, his cock hanging full and heavy between his legs, Storm adopted a stern expression.
“I said everything.”
Nathan’s brow furrowed. He looked down at himself, going so far as to pass a hand down his lightly furred abdomen, as though double-checking that he hadn’t forgotten anything.
