“Even more than sex?” I lifted a brow at him.
“Sex is in a different category altogether.” He grinned back. “We could try combining them.”
I shook my head. “Been there. Done that. It gets too messy to be worth it.”
“It sounds as if you didn't choose the right food.”
I shrugged. “If my partner is hot enough, I don't need anything else.”
“I'm very hot.”
“Oh, I know. I set that up for you. Go on.”
“Go on?”
“Make a fire joke. I know you can do it.” I winked at him.
“I thought I had.”
I burst out laughing again. “Yeah, I guess you did, but it was pretty lame.”
“Lame?” Kas considered the word. “A lame joke. Ah, I see what you are implying. All right then.” He leaned forward, across his bowl of ice cream. “I'll show you just how hot I can get after we return to your home.”
I sighed. “I don't think I'm up for sex tonight.”
Kaspian jerked back as if I'd stuck him and stared at me with wide eyes.
“What? Did I say something offensive?”
“You certainly did!” He scooped up some ice cream and angry-ate it.
“Okay. What offended you?”
“I just offered to share myself with you, and you told me you're too tired for it. Too tired!”
“Share myself.” I snorted. “Holy shit! You've never been told no, have you?”
He gave me a look that said it all.
“Wow,” I whispered and sipped my coffee.
I could have gotten on him for his arrogance, but let's be real here—Kaspian had a reason to be arrogant. Several reasons. Reasons piled upon reasons. I wasn't all that surprised that every sexual advance he'd ever made had been accepted with excitement and alacrity. Hell, he was probably the one choosing which offers to accept, not making them. But I didn't want him to know that I thought that. Let my reaction knock him down a notch. It looked as if it was doing him some good.
If this was the first time he'd come onto someone, and he'd gotten shot down, it would sting. Especially when the one doing the shooting was a mere human. Oh, yeah, he deserved this shit.
I set my coffee down and glanced up. Kas was still glaring at me, but within those glittering eyes was more than anger. There was also interest. Classic. All alphas were the same. It didn't matter if they came from another world—they all wanted what they couldn't have.
I held his stare. “Arrogance isn't a good look for you.”
That interest intensified.
Normally, I'm not the guy to play hard to get. I mean come on. I'm a gay wolf—a power bottom. I fuck who I want when I want. I don't play those hetero games. Fuck that. Life is too short. Fucking gets right to the point. Fuck someone, and you know immediately if you're compatible. If not, you can move on. No harm, no foul. I intended to have sex with Kaspian. But I wanted our first time to be when I was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, as it were. I wouldn't fully enjoy him if I was falling asleep. I didn't think begging off tonight was playing games. Or that it would offend him.
Now, I wanted to do both. Just for funsies.
I was dealing with someone special. Someone who had everything handed to him on a silver platter. And that old saying was probably literal in his case. I wouldn't be surprised if some guy had himself carried into Kaspian's bedroom on a giant silver platter. Probably covered in something sweet and creamy.
A man like Kas wasn't looking for compatibility in a first fuck. He didn't give a shit about that. He just wanted to get off and move on. Normally, I had no problem with that. But staring at him, seeing a deeper interest bloom in his eyes, I realized how much I wanted Kaspian. More than one night. Maybe much more.
