"So… I kinda invited myself to stay here for tonight I guess." I smirk. Could he be any cuter? I almost explode on the spot. We haven’t slept together, like actually slept, since Spain. Because it always feels too intimate. And we weren’t ‘doing serious’.
Yeah, bullshit. Jesus Christ.
I want this. Want it so bad. Not sex. I mean literally just sleeping together. In my bed. I wasthisclose to dropping to my knees and beg with my hands clasped like a damn sinner, like"please, Rava, please sleep with me."
So yeah. Today, I’m twice as happy. I step forward and kiss him on the forehead. Let it linger, because he deserves the softness too. Hell, he deserves the world. "Stay as long as you want."
He looks up at me with that face, that sweet, stupidly pretty face. There’s tension in the air. Thick. My hands are aching to be on him again. "Let’s go clean you up," he says then. He’s trying to sound calm, but his voice is shaky.
"Again," he adds. Bless him. I grin. "Lead the way, angel," I say. And as he turns to walk down the hall, I’m already thinking about all the ways I want to thank him for taking care of me. With my hands. With my mouth. With my entire fucking soul. We reach the couch. He just grabs my wrist and pushes me down.
I blink, caught off guard, then laugh.
"Shit, okay. Didn’t know we were doingthatnow."
He turns red. "Shut up," he mutters, already avoiding my eyes. I smirk. "Nah. I said I like it when you act like that. It’s so hot."
I lean back, legs spread, pull my shirt off, and let it fall behind me. I lift my arms and stretch hard, right in front of him. He stares. A lot. "You’re seriously gonna sit like that?" he asks.
"Yeah," I say. "You can handle it. I know you can." I wink at him. He doesn’t answer. Just drops to his knees between my legs. He opens the first aid kit. I feel guilty for being so freaking turned on right now. But that thing Rava did back there? The guy is my new idol.
He grabs his phone. "Sorry," he says. "I’m texting my mom... I just need to tell her we’re okay, and make sure she’s okay too." I nod. "Of course."
Poor woman. Seriously. If she doesn’t divorce that man by tomorrow, I swear I’ll do it for her. Not even joking.
I reach out and run my fingers through Rava’s hair, gentle, just to calm him. He jerks his head up immediately. "Don’t do that." I smirk. "Why not?"
"You know why," he says.
"Do I?"
I spread my legs a little wider, still watching him. "I don’t know. Show me." He locks his phone, drops it somewhere beside him. His eyes flick from my mouth to my throat and back again. I swear, he’s sick, just as sick as me. And I like it.
He grabs the cotton pad. He reaches up, one hand under my jaw, turning my face so he can see the cut. And he does it so surely, like I belong to him and he can move me however he wants.
This is turning me on even more. His thumb presses under my cheekbone, fingers curled around my jaw. He’s so close I can feel his breath.
I kiss him.
He pulls back a little. "Can you not?" he says, smiling. "I’m trying to clean you up. Let me concentrate."
"My bad, angel," I say, grinning. He rolls his eyes but doesn’t say anything else. Just goes back to work. He puts his hand on my thigh to steady himself and leans in, closer. My hands find his waist. They just land there.
What am I supposed to do? It’s not my fault he’s right here. I look up at him, straight into those green eyes. Thank God he got all the good genes from his mom.
Because if he looked like his dad, this would be way harder. Charles can rot in hell. Right now, it’s just us.
He leans in more, sliding one knee between my thighs so he can get closer. "It’s done. Now we kiss." He climbs on top of me, and kisses me. I’m grinning into it. He cups my face with both hands, then slides them down to my neck while his tongue tangles with mine.
It’s clearly a fight he plans to win.
My hands go straight to his ass. Muscle memory at this point. I grab him, pull him down harder onto me. I can already feel how not chill my body’s being about this. I want the pants off. Now. I want skin. I want the real thing.
I’m going through Rava withdrawal and it’s not cute. I’m not handling it well. He drops between my legs again. He looks up at me as he undoes my belt, smiling. He pulls my dick out, and he licks his lips and kisses the tip, freaking watching me while he does it.
I’m in love with this guy.
He takes me in his mouth. Fuck. I let out this long, shaky exhale. He doesn’t even tease. He takes my whole dick in.
