“I knew you were just using me for my body.”
I roll my eyes, despite him not being able to see it. “Obviously. We demisexuals are often known for only wanting to get some and get lost. I can’t believe you’d expect anything different.”
“Smartass,” he mutters before pressing a kiss to the side of my throat.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to saybut I’myoursmartass,but I manage to rein it back in. Despite the sentiment being true, something about that kind of declaration just feels a bit too big too soon.
We might be on solid ground, but what we have is still so new; delicate and fragile, like a piece of blown glass. There’s no way I’m gonna risk saying something that’ll shatter it.
Shoving the thought away, I allow my fingers to roam down his taut stomach, tracing the ridges and valleys his abs make, before following the V that leads to the Holy Grail of dicks.
I tease around it at first, not wanting him to catch on, before allowing my fingertip to lightly graze over the crown. Then I do it again up one side of it, from base to tip.
It’s not until it starts thickening all over again from my stealthy ministrations that Kason finally notices.
“Stop that,” he says, smacking my hand away from his dick. “I’m still sensitive, and there’s no way we’re going for another round on an empty stomach.”
“I like tormenting you, though.”
“Believe me, I’m well fucking aware of that. You’ve been doing it since the day I moved in here.”
That gets my attention, and I rise up on my elbow over him. “Oh, no. If anyone was tormenting the other, it was you.”
“Keep telling yourself that, babe.” He glances over at the alarm clock on the nightstand before meeting my gaze again. “Oh, and look at that. Your five minutes are up. Time to eat.”
Without waiting for a response, he slips his body out from beneath me, giving me a fan-fucking-tastic view of his sculpted back and ass that I’ve become thoroughly addicted to; the evidence clearly marked by a few teeth imprints on his left cheek.
Of course, my handiwork quickly disappears from view when he grabs the pair of sweats he was wearing from the floor and tugs them up to his hips.
“Commando?” I mutter, flopping to the mattress on my back and staring at the ceiling. “You’re not being fair now.”
“As opposed to you, the poster child for playing by the rules?” he counters. After running his fingers through his sex-mussed hair, he motions with his head toward the door. “You coming?”
“I could be, but someone’s stomach is getting in the way.” With a playful huff, I crawl out of bed regardless and grab a clean pair of sweats from my dresser. “Can I at least interest you in a shower before we feed your bottomless pit of a stomach? It seems I’m not the only one covered in my cum.”
I motion toward Kason’s left side, where dried, white streaks of my release stain his skin. He looks down, frowning when he notices before his gaze lifts to mine again.
“Can you keep your hands to yourself if I say yes?”
“Probably not,” I admit honestly with a shrug. “But it would be saving water, and saving water saves the planet.”
Kason’s lips quirk, amused at my very reasonable proposal.
“Well, if it’s for the good of the planet…”
My thoughts exactly.
An hour later, the two of us are nice and squeaky clean, thanks to averythorough scrubbing down. We’re both redressed—Kason, still sans underwear—and in the kitchen while he conjures up something for us to eat.
He’s decided on a chicken stir-fry after scouring our cabinets and fridge, pulling out all the necessary ingredients and setting to work.
“What do you wanna do after dinner?” Kason asks from where he’s dumping seasonings and sauces in a mixing bowl at the island, stirring them together.
I arch a brow from my spot on a stool across from him. “Uh, you promised me a date with the couch, a movie, and more cuddling, and I plan to cash in on that.”
He laughs, his shoulders shaking as he drops the sliced up chicken breasts in the bowl next, coating them with the mixture of flavors he’s already added.
“You laugh, but I’m being dead serious.”