He gave me a predatory grin as he popped off my softening dick and stood to claim my mouth in a filthy kiss that left me swooning the moment his tongue demanded entrance.
Even through my haze, I could feel his arousal as our bodies were pressed together, grinding despite the fact my cock had become oversensitive after that mind-shattering orgasm. I still wanted him, needed him.
I reached for his pants, but one of his large hands grabbed my wrist and held it still as he shook his head. I pulled back, giving him a questioning look, but he just leaned forward and gave me another kiss. This time, it was much softer and somehow felt more intimate than anything else we’d shared.
I opened my mouth to ask him what was wrong, when he shocked the hell out of me.
“Come for dinner with me, little bird. Let me take you on the type of proper date you deserve.”
12
NATHAN
Ididn’t know what had possessed me to ask Aiden out on a date. I didn’t date. Ever. Not once, and there were good reasons for that. Reasons Aiden would never know.
But now I’d put myself in a situation where I’d be expected to put on a performance and act like a normal person. To act like hisDaddyand I wasn’t sure if I could do that.
Fuck.
But I’d do what I could. I’d protect him any way and every way that I could. Starting with not letting him drive, and since he’d seemed apprehensive about our late-night date, I ordered a ride-share before we left the bathroom.
Because I could be a fucking gentleman.
As we waited for the ride-share, we leaned against the outside of the club wall. I watched him fidget with his phone, obviously nervous. Looking down at my own phone, I saw that the driver was still a couple minutes away.
“If you don’t want to go, please don’t feel obligated.”
His head popped up, eyes wide with surprise.
“Oh. Um. No. I don’t. Feel obligated.” He looked back at his phone, lower lip caught between his teeth. The look ofconcentration on his face was adorable, like he was trying to solve a problem. I wondered if that was what he looked like at work, when he was trying to make the evidence of his cases fit and catch killers.
Killers like me. Fuck. I really shouldn’t have asked him out. I shouldn’t have slept with him in the first place.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I stared at him and part of me wished I had killed him in the hotel room that night. Or I should have taken him and had some fun with the kill. But the thought made me sick.
Because he was mine. But the war still raged inside whether the claim I staked should be him as my victim or my boy.
All I knew was that I needed him. More than I needed anything else in this world. But I’d never had to worry aboutfeelingsbefore, not like this.
“Wait.” He hesitated a moment. Like he wasn’t sure he wanted to ask what he was thinking. “Didyoufeel obligated to ask me out?”
Wait. What?
Now, I was the one who was confused. Did he really think that? After all that?
“No?” How the hell had so many of our wires gotten crossed?
I let out a sigh that turned the night air white and pulled him against me. My fingers danced along his spine, in what I hoped was a soothing manner, as I wrapped my other arm around his waist and held on tight.
Nothing ever felt as right as having him pressed against me. Not even the blood of my victims cooling on my skin, and that was a fucking heady feeling that was better than any high I’d ever experienced.
“I’m right where I want to be, little bird.”
The way he melted against me, at my words, made something melt within me. A warm, gooey feeling in my chest thatbloomed as he looked up at me under impossibly long lashes. His eyes full of trust for a man who never should have let me touch him, let alone given him an ounce of trust.
But I knew, in that moment, I’d do everything in my power to earn that trust every day. Even when he didn’t know how hard I had to work at it.
