“I wasn’tworried,” he grumbles.
“No? Then what were you?” I smirk, attempting to watch where we’re walking while subtly checking him out.
He looks fucking mouthwatering, as always. Wearing a skin-tight black lace body suit that’s sleeveless, and stops at about mid-thigh, highlighting the definition in his torso, and his long, smooth legs.
Fucking delicious.
“I don’t know… maybe just nervous.”
My chin dips. “About what?”
He remains stubbornly silent until I tug his leash, forcing him to speak up. “Jesus… I wasn’t sure if you’d be expecting heels,” he grunts sarcastically. I chuckle, continuing on while he cracks a teasing grin. “I wanted to look good… for our date.”
My heart leaps and I tug my lip between my teeth.
Wow…
“That is, until you showed up with cuffs and a collar.”
“Not the accessories you had in mind?” I sneer, and he fakes a laugh. “Angelito, you could be wearing an oversized t-shirt with ketchup stains on it and still be the most beautiful person in any room. I wouldn’t worry about it.”
His cheeks flush deeper pink and he bites his lip. It’s clear that normally he’d be fussing with his hair, or his clothes, as a form of expelling nervous energy. But he can’t, and I think it’s good for him.
I want him to be comfortable with himself always. Beneath my gaze in particular, with nothing to hide behind.
Sure enough, I get his backup defense mechanism of snarky attitude when he grumbles, “Says the man who dresses up to get the mail…”
“First of all, I don’tget mail,” I jest, and he laughs. It’s such an intoxicating sight and sound, I feel drunk. “Second of all, Iknowyou enjoy dressing up. And that doesn’t have to mean suits and ties, skirts and heels. Fashion is self-expression, not labels.”
He’s quiet for a moment. “I can’t imagine you in normal clothes…” His gaze wanders, as if he’s actually trying to picture it, which has me grinning. He peers at me. “Do you sleep in a suit?”
“For your information, I sleep naked.” I wink.
His lashes flutter, but he scoffs, “You’re annoying.”
I chuckle, stomach going all topsy-turvy. It’s uncomfortable, so I continue the conversation, to get away from it. “Regardless, you do look stunning. You are a natural beauty, pajarito. I hope you can see yourself as I do.”
He’s deep in thought again. I’ve never noticed how introspective he is. but then, how would I? This is really our first time getting to know one another, outside of the physical.
That’s why this date is so important, and also so nerve-racking. We dove head-first into mauling each other… Now we’re slowing it down, and I don’t know what to expect.
“Well, I’m glad the lingerie fetish collection is working for you,” he mumbles after a beat.
I huff, “Why sleep in perfectly good clothes when you can sleep naked?”
“I prefer sleeping in underwear,” he chimes casually.
A thump rocks my loins at the image.
“Is that an invitation?” My voice comes out throaty.
“I don’t think I want to sleep in handcuffs,” he deadpans.
“Don’t be silly. I could just tie you to the bed.” I smirk.
He gawks at me, shaking his head. “Dios mio…”
Grinning, I lead him through the passageway around the outer edge of the mansion to the back staircase.
