“Are you just going to stand there and stare? Or are we doing this?” Emerson asked, stroking his cock as the words fell from his lips.
Lips that only moments ago had been wrapped around his cock and given him the most intense orgasm of his life. Emerson had already given him more pleasure than all his past partners combined.
Greedily, he’d asked for more.
“Unless you’ve changed your mind?” Emerson asked, his brows furrowing.
It was now or never.
A thought crossed his mind and gave Dash pause. What if that weird reaction returned in the midst of everything? He’d been so freaked out by the raid and then out of his mind with lust immediately after that he hadn’t considered the possibility earlier. Dash had been completely out of control the first time they’d met.
He wasn’t sure he’d survive it if that sensation revisited them tonight.
On the other hand, could he survive not knowing how it felt to be fucked by Emerson Walker?
“Dash?” Emerson asked, concern in his stunning amber eyes. “We can stop now. It’s okay if you’re not ready.”
Once he climbed into Emerson’s bed, he wouldn’t be able to unring that bell. There was still time to back out. End things before it went too far.
He’d gotten blown. Maybe that was enough.
He scoffed inwardly. It wasn’t enough.
He wouldn’t spend months regretting another decision, left to fuck himself with a less than ample substitute for the gorgeous man in front of him. Not when he could have the real thing and finally know what it was like to be claimed by an alpha.
That reaction?
Maybe losing control wasn’t the worst thing.
Just this once.
“Dash?”
“I’m ready,” Dash spat more forcefully than he’d intended. He made himself take a step forward, re-entering the cabin.
Without taking his eyes off the beautiful man across from him, Dash shut the door behind him, closing them in together. A slow, wicked smile spread across Emerson’s lips and he looked even sexier wearing it—and nothing else. An intense jolt of desire struck Dash in the gut, a shuddering breath coming from his lips as his abs clenched.
Emerson snagged Dash’s hand and pulled him within a few inches. While he laced his fingers with Dash’s, his gaze drifted down. He looked his fill, lifting his free hand to wrap around the base of Dash’s shaft.
Dash stared into those amber eyes, the gold shade in them stronger than he’d ever seen it. It was almost as if they glowed, the fire within illuminated. It matched the subtle golden highlights of his reddish-brown hair and beard that had rubbed Dash’s cheeks and chin raw when they’d kissed.
“You’re gorgeous,” Emerson said, slowly bringing his gaze up to meet Dash’s again. “Do you know that?”
Dash swallowed the lump in his throat. “I was thinking the same about you.”
Hesitant, he lifted his palm to Emerson’s chest. Dash tensed when skin met skin, an arc of electricity running through his body. The mat of chest hair was as soft as a cloud under his touch and opposite the firm muscles they covered. The scent of cinnamon and oak filled Dash’s lungs, causing another tremor. Embarrassment filled him at his inexperience-born reactions, but he smiled when he noticed Emerson’s heart beating almost as fast as his under his palm.
For some reason, sensing that calmed his own. Recalibrated, his beat soon synched with Emerson’s.
Emerson slowly stroked his shaft before stealing a kiss. Instead of deepening it, Emerson broke free, releasing him. Dash was left cold, craving more. Emerson sat on the edge of the bed and patted his bare thigh. A smile followed, and he cocked his head in the universal motion that said, ‘Come here.’
Dashwasn’tsitting on a grown man’s lap, so he aimed for the spot beside the man instead. Emerson wasn’t having it. He tugged Dash over on the way down. Scared he’d fall, Dash wrapped his arms around Emerson’s neck and held tight, his bare bottom landing on Emerson’s hard thigh.
He opened his mouth to complain, but their gazes met with their lips less than an inch apart. Dash licked his lips, starved for another kiss. Emerson let out a deep growl, the sound echoing through his entire body. He trembled at the sensation, forgetting his argument completely.
Emerson hooked one arm under Dash’s knees and drew him closer. His hard shaft pulsed against Dash’s bottom.
“I’m not some tiny omega.” Dash paused, inwardly wincing at the comment. “I’m too big to sit on your lap.”
