A Dominant Man by Lena Black Read Free Book Online Page B

our silky breaths blow gently across one another’s parted, waiting lips. He inhales sharply, breathing my breath into him, pilfering it from my lungs.
    He shuts his eyes and pulls away, lingering for a moment before shutting my door and heading around the front of the sleek, black SUV. He opens his door and slides into the driver’s seat with a few swift, graceful motions.
    “How far is the restaurant?” I ask, dazed.
    “It’s just around the corner. I would walk, but I don’t want you to get a cold.”
    He buckles up, starts the engine, and takes off. We turn the corner on Van Ness, and five minutes later, we’re parked a few blocks from my building, close to the bar. He gets out and goes around, opening my door. He holds his hand out for me, and I take it happily. We walk across the street to the Chinese restaurant I order from on Sundays, my weekly ritual.
    “Do you like Chinese food?” Hun t inquires, gazing down at me.
    “Yes, I love this place. I prefer something else though, I had this yesterday.”
    “You ate here yesterday?”
    “Yeah, it’s a Sunday ritual…You know if you’re cold, I can go grab a jacket from my apartment. It’s not far from here.”
    “You live around here, do you?”
    “Yeah, like you don’t know where I live. I didn’t give you my number, yet you managed to get your hands on that.”
    An arrogant smile spreads across his magnificent face. He studies me, trying to gauge my feelings about it. “You’re very perceptive. Yes, I know you live around here. I hope you aren’t offended.”
    “I’m not thrilled about it, but I expected it.”
    He gets close to me, where I can smell his mouthwatering scent of sex, fresh laundry, and musky cologne. It makes the hairs on my arms stand at attention. It makes everything stand at attention.
    “If you expected me to know, why mention you live around here?”
    “I wasn’t going it to invite you up. I was simply letting you know, I don’t need your coat if you’re cold.”
    “Maybe, subconsciously you want me to come up.”
    “There’s that cocky attitude of yours. You seem utterly full of yourself.”
    He appears stunned for a moment but recovers easily.
    “It’s only cocky if you don’t possess the skill to validate your mouth.” He lets out an exaggerated breath. “I realize I’m forward. I told you, when I desire something, I obtain it,” he declares with a stern tone.
    I have no doubt he’s telling the truth. When he speaks again, his voice is softer, considerate, “Since you don’t want to take me to your place, and you don’t want Chinese, why don’t you pick where we go.”
    I think about it for a second and then snatch his hand in mine.
    “Follow me,” I command.
    I lead him toward this burger spot I love so much, I eat there twice a week for lunch with Chase. I sense his gaze on me, and when I glance back at him that’s what he’s doing. He has a sexy, crooked smile, appearing amused by something. It causes my heart to skip a beat.
    That’s it. I’m a goner.
    He catches up with my brisk pace effortlessly, and we stride hand-in-hand. I shake my head, casting a shy smile, and his mouth goes slack as he inhales sharply.
    I notice the way my little hand feels in his large grasp, our fingers entwined, gripping tight. It feels right, comfortable even. It shouldn’t. I don’t know him from a hill of beans, but it does.
    “We’re here,” I announce.
    His eyes float to where I’m pointing. “Burgers? That sounds good.”
    “They’re out of this world!” I exclaim.
    “No. A burger is tasty. You are out of this world. You’re far better than ground beef, Gabrielle.”
    “Why are you interested in me? If you even are interested in me.”
    “Why don’t we grab a burger to go and find a less public location where we can talk?” He scans his eyes around at the pedestrians walking by, surveying him intently. No, wait, us. That guy just gave me an awkward side glance.
     
    W e grab our burgers and walk