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Thinking about it, I was pretty sure Rafe hadn’t had all that many hookups or one-night stands over the last three years. Then again, maybe I just hadn’t noticed them. He’d had a couple of girlfriends in that time, but they’d seemed more long-term.
Maybe he wasn’t one for casual sex. That was fine, though disappointing, but I wasn’t willing to offer anything more. I wasn’t interested in a relationship. Besides, Rafe wouldn’t want to date me even if that were what I was proposing. He barely tolerated me.
He was just wildly attracted to me. Couldn’t blame him for that.
Weirdly, I found myself tense with anticipation as I waited for his answer. I wasn’t sure why. If he turned me down, I could just go on with my life as I’d been living it. Wasn’t like he was my only option.
A hint of guilt crept into my gut as soon as that thought crossed my mind, and I found myself smoothing my palm up and down his arm, wanting to touch him. I wanted to do more than that. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to sit him in my lap again and feel his lean body against mine.
“I’d… uh…” When he started speaking, I tensed even more, practically holding my breath. “I mean… yeah, I’d… I’d be up for it.”
My pulse leaped. I found myself grinning widely at him.
Then he gave me a little frown. “But not if… I wouldn’t be comfortable if you were also hooking up with a bunch of other people.”
My brows twitched. “Why would I do that?”
He huffed and shot me a droll look. “Because that’s what you do, Ewen.”
“Not all the time. And not ‘a bunch of people’ all at once.” I smirked. “Well, except this one time—”
“I’m just saying, I’m not interested if you’re gonna keep having other hookups.” He crossed his arms with a stubborn look on his face.
I found myself smiling. Cute little kitten.
“Sure,” I agreed easily, because it wasn’t like I’d even been thinking about finding anyone else. “That works for me. No one else. For as long as we do this.”
He stared at me as if he hadn’t believed I’d agree to it. “Really?”
“Of course.” Suddenly I remembered the donkey dick guy and narrowed my eyes at him. “Same goes for you too, though.”
He snorted and gestured at the pumpkin head I’d temporarily forgotten about. “You think I’d be spending my Thursday morning with a pumpkin stuck on my dick if I had sex available on tap?”
I chuckled and grinned at him, leaning closer. “You’ll have it available on tap now, handsome.”
His breath caught, eyes darting down to my mouth. Recognising that he was unlikely to make the first move, I gently gripped his chin and leaned in until my lips met his.
The kiss was slow at first, but grew hotter as our mouths opened up and our tongues met. A tiny groan left me at the feel of his piercings, and Rafe’s breath hitched. A second later, I felt him reach up before his fingers threaded tentatively through my hair.
Fuck, that felt nice. I slid my hand onto the side of his neck and felt his pulse hammering in his throat when I smoothed my thumb over it. Tilting my head a little to thrust my tongue deeper, I let my hand drift lower onto his chest. His heart was pounding hard, and my chest tightened with a rush of affection.
I couldn’t resist trailing my fingers even lower, groaning when one brushed over a nipple. Rafe inhaled sharply against my mouth, fingers tightening in my hair, before he broke the kiss and looked down in a daze, breathing fast.
“I… I forgot I was naked.”
“I didn’t,” I rasped with a sly grin, then nuzzled his cheek before trailing my lips over his jaw and down his neck. Fuck, I wanted to kiss him everywhere.
“Dan,” Rafe breathed, shivering and tilting his head for me.
Arousal shot through me. I wanted to hear him say my name like that again.
“Oh shit. Wait, hold on.” He let go of my hair and hurriedly patted my shoulder. “Dan, I think the sleeve is loosening up.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Jack-Off-o’-Lantern
Dan
