If Dash could walk away after that, then so be it.
“Fine,”Dash grumbled, pulling off his sports jacket, still not looking up. He turned his back to Emerson. “But I’m not spending all night here, just so we’re clear.”
“Your choice but you’re free to stay as long as you need to.”
Dash glared over his shoulder before his gaze dropped to Emerson’s cock. Emerson fought a smile when a tremor seemed to run up Dash’s spine.
Emerson rifled through the clean clothes and pulled out a pair of gray sweatpants. He lingered for a couple of seconds, watching Dash’s shirt disappear and a muscled back come into view. Mouth drying, he licked his lips, hungry to explore every inch of that skin on display.
“Can I ask a question?”
“Thatisa question,” Dash said, the haughtiness in his voice chafing.
“Funny,”Emerson said, shaking his head. “Are you always this grumpy—or is it simply because you’re attracted to me and don’t want to be?”
Dash whipped around, annoyance in his eyes. His gaze dipped down again, going straight to Emerson’s cock.
It liked being seen, thickening in response.
Dash dragged his gaze up, though it looked like it was an arduous fight to keep it there. His cheeks turned a soft shade of pink, his breaths coming a bit faster and rougher. “Who said I was attracted to you? You’re projecting.”
Emerson scoffed.“Youkissed me. Not the other way around.”
“It was dark. We were too close in that doorway. It was an accident.”
Emerson tilted his head, lifting one brow.“An accident?”
Dash wouldn’t look at him.
“Give me a fucking break,” Emerson said, chuckling. “You had to be up on your tiptoes to get to my lips, and we both know it.”
Dash’s face grew redder. “Fine. It was in the heat of the moment. I was concerned we’d be caught. I made a rash choice that I shouldn’t have made. Let’s not compound it with a mistake we’ll both regret.”
“Regret?The only regret I have is allowing you to refuse that kiss the last time we met,” Emerson said.
Dash’s gaze zipped to his, eyes wide.“Allowingme?”
Emerson captured his gaze, refusing to let it go. “Something tells me you’ve regretted saying no since that night, too. Andthat’swhy you snuck that kiss in. You couldn’t help yourself.”
Dash didn’t respond. Not verbally. His body told another story.
His chin lifted, a ruddy glow swelling over his cheeks and down his neck. His chest rose and fell way too fast, his muscles tensing tight. A fine dusting of hair sprouting over his pecs and trailing down past his bellybutton and under the waistband of his pants begged to be stroked. Emerson had to clench his fists to avoid reaching out to do just that. As his gaze lowered, the heavy imprint of a hard cock jutted towards him through a pair of black, tailored trousers.
Just as his aimed itself at Dash, seeking a caress.
“My brother interrupted us before we were done,” Emerson whispered, taking a hesitant step forward. “We’re free to finish that kiss now.”
Dash didn’t move, except for his quick, panting breaths.
Emerson slowly sauntered closer, afraid any quick movements would set the man off like a gazelle chased by a hungry leopard. “Or maybe I could help you get out of those wet pants… if you’re sure you don’t want to kiss me.”
He carefully lifted one hand to the buckle and then the other, peeking at Dash’s face every few seconds, fearful of an outburst or another denial. The alpha didn’t move an inch, just stood there, frozen, awaiting his fate. His chest stopped rising and falling, though.
He held his breath.
Anticipation?
Emerson fought a smile curling on his lips and focused his attention on the snap and zipper left to undo. The sound of the unzipping sent a visible tremor through Dash, which only excited Emerson more. He peeled back the sides of the flaps, eager for the grand reveal. After he tugged both pants and boxers down, Dash’s cock popped up to greet him.
