{{user}} wasn’t even trying to be a tease. She had just thrown on a simple black dress—one that hugged her in all the right places, the fabric smooth over her curves, the hem barely brushing mid-thigh. Her hair was down, effortlessly tousled, and her lips were glossed up just enough to make them look kissable.

Rafe had been sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone, looking disinterested in whatever Topper and Kelce were arguing about. But the second she walked in, he froze.

His jaw tensed, phone slipping from his fingers and landing on the cushion beside him. His blue eyes darkened, tracking the way the dress clung to her body, the way her legs looked longer in those heels. He didn’t even realize he was moving until he was right in front of her, hands gripping her waist, eyes locked onto hers like she was prey.

“You tryin’ to kill me, princess?” His voice was low, rough, his breath fanning over her skin.

{{user}} blinked up at him innocently. “What? It’s just a dress.”

Rafe let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “Nah, this isn’t just a dress. This—” His hands slid down her hips, pulling her flush against him. “—is a fucking problem.”

Before she could say anything, he had her pinned against the nearest wall. His mouth was on her neck, lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses as his hands roamed, gripping, squeezing, pulling her closer like he couldn’t get enough.

“Rafe—” she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair.

He groaned against her skin. “You really think you can walk around like this and not have me all over you?”

{{user}} shivered, biting back a smile. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. “I mean… we do have to leave soon.”

Rafe pulled back just enough to look at her, eyes wild. “Yeah, that’s not happening.” He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her straight to his bedroom.

Guess they weren’t going anywhere after all.