There were people everywhere. It seemed like everyone on Figure 8 had shown up for Rafe’s party. And while normally you’d be buzzing around the party like a social butterfly, right now all the eyes on you were making it very hard to do what you wanted. And what you wanted was some privacy with Rafe. What you wanted was to kiss him again and see where that lead you.

“What’s stopping you from kissing me again, Princess?” He grins, his thumb stroking your bottom lip, wanting to do much more to it.

“If I kiss you again, I won’t be able to stop. So, I’d rather do it without an audience”

“I don’t give a fuck about the audience” he breathes, but truthfully he wants nothing more than to get you alone. He feels an idea coming on.

Wordlessly, he grabs you by the wrist, pulling you behind him as he makes his way out of the room, his grip on your hand firm. He leads you out of the back door, into the darkness of the night, veering away from the crowded patio, past the pull, tugging you into the pool house, out of sight of everyone else.

“Nice and private. How many girls have you brought in here?” You can’t help but feel jealous, wondering how many girls had come before you.

His hands find your waist, pushing you against the wall. “Does it matter?” He murmurs “they’re not here right now”

He looks into your eyes for a moment, before letting his gaze travel down to your mouth. “The only one I’m thinking about is you” his hands slid down over the curve of your hip, moving lower to grasp you by your thighs. In one swift motion, he’s lifting you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. The movement brought your hips instinctively contact with his and he let out a guttural groan.

He growls, his body pinning you against the wall. His hand roams up to your ponytail, giving it a tug, tilting your head so your neck is bared to him. He finds that spot on your neck that always makes you weak. His mouth attaches to it, biting down and marking you. It’ll be the first mark of many.

The feeling of his teeth on your sensitive skin, causes a moan to escape from your lips, and he smirks against your skin, proud to be the one drawing those sounds out of you. A shudder runs through him as you press your body closer.

“I would say you have no idea how insane you’re driving me, but I don’t think that’s true at all.” He pulls back from your neck, his eyes meeting yours. “I think you know exactly what you’re doing to me with those sweet little sounds”