“You looked…miles away.”
“Take my picture?” Fen pushed his phone across the work surface.
Fen posed and Ripley kept taking shots.
“I won’t be able to do this forever so…”
What a fucking cruel world…Ripley couldn’t help himself. He set down the phone, put his hand at the back of Fen’s head and ran his fingers through his hair. Fen stared up at him, his eyes wide.
“Hello,” Ripley echoed.
“Hello,” Fen whispered.
He caressed Fen’s neck with his thumb, then pulled him in and kissed him. Fen clutched his jacket, gave a little sigh, then moaned into Ripley’s mouth. Kissing his mouth wasn’t enough. Ripley kissed Fen’s eyelids, ran his tongue along his thick eyelashes, over his cheekbones, then his jawline before he settled back on his lips. He still had one hand on Fen’s neck, but he hadn’t even registered his other hand was stroking Fen’s waist until he touched bare skin and Fen sucked a breath from Ripley’s mouth.
On the way home, Ripley had told himself to wait, not to overwhelm him, but he’d discovered he wasn’t good at following his own advice, not where Fen was concerned. When Fen groaned, Ripley deepened the kiss. Their bodies were wedged together now, their cocks hard and pressing against each other. Ripley rocked Fen into the work surface and felt his heart jump.
He wanted more.
He needed to stop.
Only he didn’t.
More kissing, more touching, more quivering from Fen until Ripley was in danger of coming in his clothes. How long since thathadeven entered his mind as a possibility?
Calm down!Ripley let Fen go and stepped back. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not.” Fen gave him a cheeky grin. “You didn’t blow my socks off, but practice makes perfect.”
“You’re not wearing socks.”
“Oh shit. Youdidblow them off.”
Move before you take him right here and now.“I need to get changed. How long until we eat?”
“Twenty minutes?”
“Great. I’m starving.”
Ripley almost ran up the stairs. He dragged off his clothes and locked the bathroom door. His hand was around his cock before he’d even stepped into the shower. It didn’t take long before he was coming. He shuddered, leaning back against the wall as his cock sprayed over the tiles and his fingers.My heart.If he hadn’t told himself he needed to wait to see what Fen said about his proposition, he’d have had Fen in here with him. It was Friday tomorrow. One more day.
Before he went back downstairs, he glanced into the bedroom Fen had taken and it looked untouched. Had Fen put all his stuff away? Ripley hoped that was a sign he was going to say yes.
“What are we eating?” Ripley asked as he walked into the kitchen.
“Parsnip and bacon linguini. My mum’s recipe.”
“Would you like wine?”
“I think I’d rather have water.”
“You can have whatever you want.”
“I met your neighbours. Sandra and Annie.”
Ripley raised his eyebrows. “Making house calls?”
“I was on my way back from the supermarket and Annie opened the door. Maybe she’s neighbourhood watch or something because she’d seen me come out and asked me if I had a key. Then she announced she was going to make a fire and her daughter rushed off to stop her. Apparently, they don’t have a fireplace.”
