Rafe lays on your bed, idly scrolling through his phone as he waits for you to get ready. “Are you almost done, baby? We’re going to be late”

You peek your head through the bedroom door, smiling at him. You like this, the quiet domesticity of getting ready for a night out, while he hangs out in your room.

Rafe looks up from his phone, a wolfish grin spreading across his face as you walk into the room. His eyes roam over your body, your black dress clings to your body, leaving little to the imagination. His gaze is hungry, his mind conjouring up all kinds of dirty thoughts. And you’d be lying if you didn’t admit that the look in his eyes sends a thrill through you.

He stands up, stepping closer to you, and you shiver as his hand brushes your bare shoulder. His touch is electric, sending jolts of desire through your body.

“You look hot, Princess” he murmurs gruffly. His hand slowly moves to cup the side of your neck.

“Thanks baby. It’s new. I wanted to look good for you”

“You look good enough to eat” he murmurs, his gaze still fixed on you. “How am I going to keep my hands off you?” He takes a step closer to you, his body now pressed up against you, the heat radiating off of his body causing you to shiver.

“You know, I’m starving” he’s practically purring as he lifts your hair away from your neck, replacing it with his mouth, trailing hot kisses down the sensitive skin.

“Are you hungry, princess?” He asks, his lips ghosting over your ear. His hot breath on your skin sets your nerves alight.

“Starved” you whisper as his free hand trails down to your hip, tugging you impossibly closer to him.

“We’re not making it to the restaurant tonight, are we?” You ask, your eyebrow cocked.

His hand skims up along your side, and his fingertips brush the exposed skin of your back. “I can satisfy your appetite, princess” he purrs against your skin, and you can feel his hand sliding lower down your back.

You’re not even mad that it took you 45 minutes to get all dressed up.