I did. It wasn’t Rami making my head spin on a loop, it was me. And I needed to be honest with him before I combusted. “I’m scared of getting hurt,” I said. “I don’t do half measures and casual emotions. The way I feel about you, if we fucked I’d probably want to marry you, and I’m not robust enough in here—” I tapped my head—“or here—” I tapped my heart—“to handle rejection.”
Rami slid his hands up my arms, then wound his arms around my waist, pressing his face into my neck as he sighed. “I wish I was in a place to give you more. I’m just so caught up with Charlie and I don’t know what the hell I’m doing with my life.”
I kissed him. And not a peck or a soft brush of lips. A full on lover’s kiss that drove him backwards until he hit the wall.
Rami grunted in surprise, but he didn’t fight me. Not even a little bit. He kissed me back, fierce and hungry, and yanked me closer, slamming us together.
Fire sluiced through me, and the part of my soul that was led by primal desire let it burn. I slipped my hands beneath that damn pink T-shirt and lost myself in the sensation of his skin against my palms. I swallowed his low, throaty moan, and pressed my dick to his, eyes rolling at the pure, sinful pleasure that heated my blood. God, I loved how he made me feel. It was wicked and wonderful, and the delay in letting him go had given me space to enjoy it.
I could breathe and want him at the same time.
I—
Rami pulled back, panting, cheeks flushed, eyes hooded and dark. “Wow.”
“What?”
“Just wow. It’s all I’ve got.”
“Sorry.”
“For blowing my mind with a fucking kiss? Shut your mouth.”
I loved this side of Rami. His shrewd, gentle demeanour at work was what had attracted me to him in the first place—alongside the fact that he washot—but his rougher edges did something to me and I seemed to marvel over it every time we were together, making me glad no one had to listen to my brain constantly repeat itself. “Consider my mouth shut.”
“First time for everything.”
I grinned.
Rami gripped my jaw and rubbed his thumb over my cheekbone. Then he sighed. “It’s my turn to cook dinner tonight. Are you brave enough to stay?”
“For dinner?”
“No, for a cricket match.”
“Sarcasm doesn’t become you.”
“Yes, it does, or I’d have no sense of humour at all.”
A quiet laugh escaped me. Rami had plenty of humour in him, it just so happened that he’d rather laugh at himself than anyone else. “What are you cooking?”
“No idea.”
“None at all?”
“Nope. Haven’t even looked in the kitchen. I had grand plans, then I got distracted scoping out your dad’s office.”
“How do you like it?”
“Honestly?”
I nodded. Rami eased out from where I’d trapped him against the wall and stepped to the middle of the room. He spun in a slow circle. “I love it. The Internet strength is better than I have at home. If I’d known this was here all along, I’d have been able to visit more.”
“For real?”
“For real. Even without Charlie, it’s hard for me to take real time off. I can’t remember a time I’ve been away from my inbox as long as I have the last few days.”
“Do you feel better for it?”