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“Oh yeah?” Ewen seemed to be getting impatient, and a little annoyed, because he straightened and puffed out his chest as he stared down at me. “Sure doesn’t fuckin’ seem like it.”

I stiffened even further. “Fuck you.”

“Uh, yeah.” Ewen gave me a look like I was a total idiot, which only riled me up more, and took a step back to gesture at himself dramatically. “Exactly. So we are on the same fuckin’ page.”

“Yes, we’re on the same—” I began to snarl, then faltered as I realised I didn’t actually know what he meant. “Wait, what?”

“We could have been fucking hours ago if you hadn’t insisted on pretending you didn’t remember nothin’. And now you’re getting yourself all worked up.” He laughed incredulously. “Swear to god, Rafe, are you always this goddamn imaginative? You got all that from me telling you to fucking kiss me?”

Wait, what was happening? What was he saying?

“So are you going to, or what?” he added impatiently, gesturing at himself again.

“I…” I wet my lips and shifted my weight from foot to foot, skin prickling with heat. “What?”

He stared down at me in incredulous silence for a few seconds, then let out a huff of laughter and shook his head as his frame relaxed. “Jesus. You are so damn cute, kitten.”

My pulse leaped. “D-don’t call me that,” I said weakly out of habit.

“Then don’t act like such a cute, growly little kitten all the time.” He smiled down at me teasingly.

My teeth sank into my lower lip. I didn’t know what to think, and it was making me feel painfully vulnerable.

“Are… are you making fun of me?” I asked shakily. “I genuinely can’t tell anymore.”

His brows twitched into a tiny frown. He shook his head, and then, making my breath hitch, cupped my cheek in his big hand. His thumb played at the corner of my mouth.

“Rafe.” His gaze dropped to my mouth, getting heavy again. “Gonna kiss you now. ’Kay?”

My breath shuddered out of me. Some part of me still thought this might be a trick. Some fucked-up game he was playing with me. But after a few seconds, I whispered, “Okay.”

His thumb shifted and pressed lightly into my jaw, tilting my head up further. Long fingers threaded through the hair behind my ear. I couldn’t move as he lowered his head. A tremor ran through my whole body, and then his mouth landed on mine.

A tiny sound escaped me before I could stop it. Ewen’s lips moulded firmly to mine, and it wasn’t long before we were both opening up and our tongues were sliding together.

He groaned, making my heart stutter. I wondered if it was because of my piercings—I had three studs running down the centre of my tongue. He’d made those teasing little remarks about me fantasising about his mouth and how it would feel, but maybe now he was the one who’d been thinking about what my tongue would feel like on certain parts of him.

The thought was equal parts terrifying and exciting, and it made me feel strangely powerful, even though he was so much bigger and stronger than me.

His arms banded around me and tugged me closer. A garbled sound escaped me, vibrating into his mouth when my hips crashed into his and I realised my cock was rock hard already.

His was stiffening up too, pulsing against my hip. Oh fuck. I could feel his dick. I could feel another guy’s dick. Ewen’s dick.

My hands settled timidly on his sides, fingers flexing against smooth, hot skin. Ewen tilted his head to thrust his tongue deeper before his hand suddenly slid down my lower back to grab my ass.

My heart gave a mighty thud as I tightened my fingers on his waist. Holy crap. Ewen’s hand was on my ass.

And his tongue was in my mouth.

And his hard dick was pushing against my hip bone.

That big hand squeezed once before he glided it up my back as he gentled the kiss. I groaned in protest, eagerly trying to keep our lips connected. He chuckled against my mouth, giving me one last soft peck before moving back an inch.

“See, kitten?” he rasped, raising a hand to cup my face again. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

I stared up at him with wild eyes, breathing hard. He shot me that infuriating crooked grin and stroked my cheek, then went to ease back.

My pulse leaped with panic. No. No, no, no. He couldn’t stop now. That wasn’t fair. He’d had me on edge all goddamn day.