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He was going to actually work at this.
To…communicate.
How hard could it be?
He pulled in a deep breath. Where did this shit usually start?
Finally he ventured, “I pushed you…a little.”
“A little?”
“All right. A lot?”
He didn’t know what to do when she broke out in a full laugh. While the sound was gorgeous, winding its way around his cock like a longer length of her verbal ribbon, it was perplexing as hell.
What the fuck did she mean?
At least she didn’t make him wait long for an explanation.
“Been at this Dominance stuff a while, mister?”
If that could be called an explanation.
Instead of deciphering her sarcasm, he decided to call her bluff and go in with the truth. “Actually, I have.”
Target acquired.
Three seconds, and the full solemnity of his assertion hit her between the eyes. Her mirth faded, though left a lingering spark in her eyes as she uttered, “Well, you’re damn good at it.”
“Thank you.” He was serious about that too—bringing a hit of shock. He hated compliments. Distrusted the majority of them. Empty words for empty feelings. Why not be more plain about it? Manners. Etiquette. Why not just be kind to each other? Why did people have to do it while picking up the right fork at the same time?
He refocused after the rumination, to find an interesting sight waiting. His ku’uipo, finally gazing into his eyes. Hers still possessed silvery flecks, turning them into gorgeous lightning bolts of interest.
“John?”
He smiled.
John.
“Yes?”
“Are you really—” She stopped, visibly gritting her teeth. “I—I mean—”
“Am I really what?” He bumped up to his elbow, leveraging his position to loom over her a little. Yes, it was on purpose. And yes, it felt damn good to be repositioned for command. And hell yes, it felt good to watch the change in her own mien…the velvet welcome in the depths of her gaze.
Despite her physical response, Tracy sucked in a determined breath before confessing, “A Dominant.” She rushed the rest out. “I mean, in that way. Okay, not that way bad, but that way just in…well, that way.”
He embraced his turn to laugh. “You mean, in the way that I can tie knots seventy ways though I’m not a squid? And how I like the word ‘play room’ for more than video games?”
“Uh, yeah.” A breath burst form her, sounding a lot like relief. Or perhaps…excitement. God, could he really hope for the latter? Or did he dread it? “That’d be…exactly what I mean.”
He scooted closer to her. Cocked his head, making sure he still had her full focus. This was probably the first time he’d just blurted the shit to anyone.
“I’ve been interested in the lifestyle since college,” he began. “Researched it there a little too, though I was too young to visit any clubs and too scared to try it with girlfriends.”
She waved a dismissive hand. “Consider yourself spared. Women are messes in college, anyway.”
“And us kanes are any better?”
