She looked up and her eyes grew wider than he’d ever seen them. Daniel took a step forward, then stopped when he realized where exactly she was looking. He slept naked, which meant he was standing in the kitchen wearing his birthday suit.
Ali’s lips parted and he thought he heard her whimper. The sound had his cock sitting up and paying attention, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it.
“What are you doing?” The question didn’t come out as confident as he would have liked, but he chalked it up to being roused from sleep. When she didn’t answer, he tried again. “Ali? What’s going on? What happened?”
That seemed to snap her out of it. She tore her gaze away and lowered it back to the floor. “I dropped the milk.”
Only then did he notice the jug of milk sitting on the counter.
CHAPTER4
Ali’s heart was pounding,and it had nothing to do with the half gallon of milk she’d just spilled all over the floor. Daniel was standing buck naked not ten feet away from her.
He strolled over to the milk container, picked it up, examined it, then set it down again. She kept her gaze on the floor even though she desperately wanted to look. Even though he played with subs at the club, she’d never seen him without his clothes. Unlike most of the other Doms, she’d never seen him have sex with a submissive.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
She nodded, trying not to look at his impressive erection but failing. “I’m fine. I’m sorry I woke you up. It slipped out of my hand.” The milk had migrated down the length of the cabinets, and she crawled to wipe it up.
“I’m not worried about the milk.”
The dishtowel was soaked through with milk and so were the paper towels in her hand, and yet there was still more on the floor. She reached for another dishtowel, not wanting to use all his paper towels, too, but he placed a hand over hers.
“Ali, stop.”
He was standing so close to her she could feel heat radiating from his body. She closed her eyes and swallowed. It wasn’t fair. All she had to do was turn her head and his cock would be right there, begging her to take it into her mouth and...
But he didn’t want her. He’d made that very clear over the last two years. She’d done everything she could think of outside of coming out and asking him to be her Dom.
Daniel lifted her chin, forcing her to look up at him. Her gaze lingered on his length before rising to look into his eyes. It was dark in the kitchen, the only light coming from the hallway and the windows along the back wall. She wished she could see his face better. Maybe then she could tell what he was thinking. “What happened?”
“I was getting a bowl of cereal.”
He rubbed his thumb along the side of her cheek, and she closed her eyes, relishing his touch.
Then it was gone. She opened her eyes as he took a step back. He picked up the milk, poured it into the bowl she had sitting next to the counter full of cereal, and then placed the gallon jug back into the refrigerator.
“Eat your cereal. I’ll clean up the milk.”
“I can—”
Even in the dim light, she didn’t miss that look. She stood, walked over to a stool, and sat down. Picking up her spoon, she took a bite of her cereal.
Daniel opened the drawer containing the dishtowels and removed several of them. He tossed them on the floor, then kneeled to clean up the mess.
She tried not to look. Really, she did. But her gaze was drawn to his butt as it flexed and moved. She’d seen a lot of naked men at the club, men who were a lot younger, who didn’t look as good naked as Daniel did.
When he stood, wet towels clutched between both his hands, he noticed her staring. Without saying a word, he threw the towels into the sink, stepped over the still damp floor, and disappeared through a doorway off the kitchen.
Ali sucked in a breath and blew it out. What a way to start the day.
She smiled and lifted the spoon to her mouth as she took another bite of her cereal. It was already beginning to get soggy, but she didn’t care. She’d trade mushy cereal for seeing Daniel in all his glory any day.
When he reemerged several minutes later, he was wearing a pair of loose-fitting pants and a T-shirt. He grabbed a mop and bucket out of a tall closet, then finished cleaning up her mess.
“Thank you for cleaning up the rest of the milk,” she said after swallowing the last of her cereal.
He rinsed the mop head, then returned it and the bucket to the closet. “You’re welcome.” His gaze lowered to the bowel in front of her. “Finished?”