Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Rafe moved me back in the bed’s direction, and our lips didn’t part until he lifted me and then dropped me on my back across the middle of the mattress.
I lay there, panting, wanting to be connected to him in every way I could be. He kept me trapped in his gaze as he unbuttoned his suit pants. I drank in every inch of him as he pushed them and his underwear down, standing proudly naked in front of me.
After we’d each gotten our health checks completed, I started taking birth control, which meant we’d begun having sex without a condom. I’d never had sex without a condom, but there was something thrilling about it with Rafe. While I was pretty sure it felt physically better for Rafe, it felt better on an emotional level for me. I liked that there were no barriers between us.
Once he was beautifully naked, he reached out to unbutton my pants and slide the zipper down. I tingled in anticipation, my nipples hardening as he yanked the pants, along with my underwear, down my legs.
“Take off your bra.”
I happily obliged, throwing it toward the floor.
Rafe had a way of looking at me like he was seeing me for the first time. I shivered at the stark longing and lust glittering in his denim-blue eyes. Leaning over me, he grazed his knuckles across my stomach, his eyes following his fingers as they trailed along the bottom of my belly. I sucked in my breath at the sensation. My nipples peaked and I squirmed, trying to move his hand lower.
Rafe’s gaze only intensified. Then his hand flattened on my stomach, and he smoothed it upward slowly, heading between my breasts. His touch was exploring, but the possessive look in his eyes as he held my gaze made me shiver with unexpected pleasure.
Then he stroked my breasts softly, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. Rafe still held my eyes as he gently, torturously teased my breasts. “I love these.”
I smiled smugly. “They love you back.”
Rafe grinned. “I’m well aware.”
“Cocky.” My attention dropped to his thick arousal. “Seriously, seriously cocky.”
He leaned over, his erection pushing insistently against my belly, and his lips whispered over mine. “Sometimes I’m at work and I’ll catch your scent out of nowhere and I’ll remember going down on you that morning or fucking you the night before and there I am. A grown man. At work. Hard for just the memory of you.”
“Rafe,” I gasped.
“Do you think about me?” He squeezed my breasts hard, sensation shooting between my legs. “Do I make you wet just thinking about me?”
“Yes,” I answered truthfully. “At the most inopportune moments too.”
At that, he grinned in delight. “Good.”
Then he pushed my thighs open, and he thrust his cock against me. I groaned, feeling a flush of heat move up my body from deep and low in my belly.
My thighs parted wider. I needed him inside me. Fast. Hard.
But Rafe was in the mood to make love tonight.
He kissed me, and I wrapped my arms around his strong back, trying to draw him closer. His lips moved down my chin, trailing in soft caresses along my throat and breasts.
If Rafe was in the mood for lovemaking, then I wanted to give that back to him. A lot was going on with his family right now, and if sex with me could bring him comfort, then I’d give that my all.
“Will you lie on your back for me?” I whispered.
Rafe lifted his head at the request, eyes searching mine. Then he moved, shifting off me to lie on his back.
I moved to straddle him, rubbing against his erection while I trailed my fingers lightly down his abs. His hard stomach tightened under my touch, and there was an answering pulse between my legs. Rafe clasped my hips in his hands and I moaned as I slid over him.
I kissed him, wet and deep, as I rolled my hips languidly against his arousal. His groans filled my mouth, making it difficult to break away, but I wanted to explore. I kissed my way down his throat, my lips trailing kisses down his chest. Rafe’s big hands stroked me—caressing my back, my breasts, my sides, my stomach, and coasting down to cup my ass. He squeezed it, and my hips rolled over him instinctively. I gasped his name and his fingers were almost bruising as he guided me over him again.
“Rafe,” I whimpered. “Wait.”
He loosened his grip on me in answer.
I returned my attention to his nipple and sucked it between my teeth. His cock jerked against me. Feeling him taut with tension as my mouth continued its downward path, tasting every inch of his sculpted stomach, I delighted in it. I enjoyed making him wild with need.
Speaking of. I slid farther down his body and took him into my mouth.