I grinned and stole a quick kiss. “I think we all know it’s your ass.”
He shook his head in amusement and dropped his forehead to my shoulder.
I kissed the side of his head. “It helps that you’re the love of my life,” I murmured. “And my best friend. Occasionally, the voice of reason.”
At that, he had to look up.Sexy.“Occasionally.” He kissed me. “I feel the same way. In fact…” Whoa, boy. He slipped a hand between my thighs under the table. “I think I’d like to spend the night showing you just how much I love you.”
I was ready to flirt his pants off right then and there, but I could see our server returning with our drinks. So I gave his jaw a quick nip before I eased off and plastered a polite smile on my face.
Nate ordered our food while I guzzled some good ole…Canadian ginger ale.
We should hit up a grocery store on the way back to our hotel. Good snacks, cold drinks…then some pay-per-view porn with my man, for the special occasion. I’d checked the selection already. They had a couple gay flicks for us, and I could picture Nathan getting lost in the rain and ending up spending the night in a barn, where I, the cowboy, was taking shelter from the storm already.
“When did we become such homebodies?”
“Yeehaw?”
“What?”
Wait, what? “Are we homebodies?” I questioned.
“What was the yeehaw for?”
“Never mind that. How are we homebodies? We’re in anothercountry.”
“I know, but…” He grew frustrated. “All I can think about is going back to the hotel and spending the night in and out of our fluffy robes.”
Oh, he was thinking about more than that. He was thinking about the jets in our tub. We knew they reached places.
“You wanna have sex in the tub again,” I said.
“Of-fucking-course I do. We need to buy a hot tub one day.”
I grinned. “God, I fucking love you.”
He huffed a chuckle. “I love you too, but please focus. I think we need to…” He blew out a breath, determination settling in. That could be dangerous. “Here’s what we’re going to do. Once we’ve eaten, we’ll find a gay bar. We’ll haveonebeer before we go back to the hotel—so we can at least tell our friendssomethingwhen they ask about the gay pub scene.”
Urgh. If he had to be all reasonable about it…
“Technically, we went to a gay bar the day we got here,” I pointed out.
He gave me a flat look. “It was Dyke Night, and we turned around at the door.”
Still counts.
In other words, it was Nathan’s fault we headed to a gay bar when we returned to SoHo.
We could be on our way up to our room right about now, but nooo, he had to come in here and be social. Thank fuck, the dark place was fairly dead. A couple of hungry twinks stood at the bar with some other guy, and three of the maybe twenty tables were occupied.
This was going to be easy.
“Maybe we should go someplace els?—”
“No, no, let’s grab our beer, sweet cheeks.” I steered him toward the bar. “Welcome to the London gay scene.”
He scoffed and threw me a look. “Our hotel is one block away. We heard the collective moan-screaming from four clubs last night.”
Oh, whatever.
