Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Best of all, on Hop’s feet were the heels Rafe had spent two precious hours shopping for on Wednesday and a good chunk of his savings. But the sacrifices were totally worth it.
“Uh, hi,” Hop said, blinking at him with lashes that went on for an eternity.
Rafe tugged him inside and pressed him against the wall, shutting the door with his foot. “You look so sweet I could eat you right here.” He zeroed in on Hop’s lips, so plump and glossy, like a ripe strawberry waiting to be bitten. He leaned in but stopped a breath away.
Fuck, Hop’s rules.
No kissing.
He backed away and drew his thumb over that mouth instead. Hop’s eyelids fluttered open to reveal blue pools brimming with disappointment.
“Sorry, pet, you tempt me into forgetfulness.” Rafe tucked Hop’s hair behind his ear. “Grab a drink. I have a few things to wrap up before we go.” He stepped away, but Hop grabbed his wrist.
“Rafe...” Quiet, tentative, and a little bit needy. No one would believe that voice came from the same guy who’d stood on stage hours before, the image of a rock god, all confidence and swagger.
The difference hit Rafe right in the chest and left him reeling with the weight of so much trust.
“What is it?”
“Please,” Hop said. His grip tightened and eyes begged.
Rafe closed the distance between them so his chest brushed against Hop’s and caged him in. In those wickedly high heels, Hop was only a few inches shorter. “Please, what?”
Those gorgeous sapphire eyes glittered up at him rimmed with black and shimmering with golden eye shadow. “Please kiss me, sir.” He sounded like a dam had broken somewhere deep inside.
Yes. Second rule down, two more to go. Rafe cupped Hop’s jaw with both hands and shattered another level of distance between them. He didn’t want to think too hard about why it made him want to victory-shout from the roof of the MoMA Tower. It was just a kiss.
A supremely stellar, brain-melting kiss.
This time he wanted to absorb every second of it, so he took his time exploring Hop’s lips with gentle presses of his own and delicate nips to inspire those addicting little gasps. Blood rushed to his cock, of course, but he ignored the instinct to plunder. He rarely enjoyed the simple act of kissing, it was too intimate, but this was more. The relief that flooded him at breaking boundaries, at tasting Hop again, hit him hard.
It felt like when he came home after an endless day at work, like those nights when no problems needed his attention and nothing was on his mind, like knowing he was exactly where he was supposed to be.
Maybe that’s why, when Hop swept his tongue against Rafe’s lips, Rafe didn’t try to take control like he would’ve normally. In that moment, they weren’t a Dom with his sub. They were partners learning each other. He opened under Hop’s experimental probing and deepened the kiss. A blast of strawberries had him groaning and chasing it down, twisting his tongue around Hop’s. It was slow and soft and sensual.
And still, it was hot as fuck.
Rafe combed his fingers through the silky hair at Hop’s temples and curled them into fists. He stepped into Hop’s space, pushing him against the wall and grinding his cock against the twin in Hop’s pants. The delicious, unhurried unity of it was as potent as a drug, but even if Rafe had ever been reckless enough to experiment, he couldn’t have experienced a high this stimulating.
Hop’s keening moans grew louder and louder. His fingers flexed continuously on Rafe’s shoulders, as if he couldn’t make up his mind whether he wanted to hold on or let go. Maybe it was his dual sides at war with each other, one scared to trust and the other desperately seeking a worthy master.
Something snapped in Rafe’s mind, with the fists tangled in Hop’s hair, he pulled until Hop’s head tipped up. One bite to Hop’s bottom lip stilled all movement.
“That’s a good pet,” Rafe said. Hop’s entire body quaked, as if the weight of the world had been on his shoulders and with those four easy words, Rafe had lifted it away. “Grab that drink. I’ll be ready in a minute.”
“You have lip gloss.” Hop reached up and wiped a thumb over Rafe’s mouth.
Rafe smiled at him and did the same. “It’s smeared all over you too.”
“I guess that’s the last time I’ll be wearing it.”
“You have no idea how hot that makes me.” Rafe pressed another kiss to Hop’s lips, fuck the lipstick. He’d wear Hop’s colors with pride.
“You’re weird.” Breathless. Pleased.
“The weirdest.” Dipping his head to Hop’s shoulder to find his previous mark, Rafe licked.
* * *
Hop’s head fell to the side to allow Rafe’s tongue better access. When Rafe’s teeth grazed his skin in the same spot as before, Hop’s heart rolled right over—it went belly up with tongue wagging like a happy puppy getting some love.