I wanted to taste him, too. To finallyknow.
I pushed him further into the room and then down onto the giant bed. The light from the entryway cast half his face in shadow, and the colored lights from outside made shifting patterns on the ceiling, neither of which was the precise vibe I would have chosen, but I could work with this. I lifted my leg to straddle him…
And my fucking foot caught in the jeans that were still trapped around my ankle, so I ended up crashing to the bed on top of him.
Because God forbid I’d ever be able to act suave and sexy around him, right?
Rafe caught me in his strong arms and pulled me against him. “You okay?” he demanded, likehehadn’t been the one getting squashed by my clumsy self. “If you’re feeling that tequila, we can—”
I shut him up by pressing a quick kiss to his lips, and this time Ididmanage to straddle him, still wearing my one boot because I was classy that way and because I wanted him more than I cared about being suave.
“I. Have. Never. Been. More. Okay.” I made my way down his body, punctuating each word with kisses to his stubbled jaw, his collarbone, his gorgeous, gorgeous pecs. I yanked at his armpits, trying to pull him further up the bed, and he seemed to understand what I wanted, because he shifted up so I could press more kisses to his flat stomach and his navel before dipping my tongue below the button of his jeans. “In the history of okay, I don’t think anyone has ever been this okay.”
He laughed out loud and tried to prop himself up on his elbows. “Oh, shit, you’re drunk. You have some kind of delayed tequila reaction. It’s kind of adorable. Makes me wonder why we never tried tequila when we were teenagers.”
I shook my head. “It’s not tequila.” I took a second to remove the rest of his clothes—and the rest of mine—then climbed on the bed to straddle him once more. “It’syou,” I informed him. “I’m having a delayed Rafe reaction.”
“Really?” he sounded doubtful.
I nodded solemnly. “You’re potent.”
His eyes flared, and he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, pulling my mouth down to his.
“Fucking honey drops,” he growled again. “Please. Fuck. I need…” He pushed on my shoulder, directing me down toward his waist, which was really convenient since that was exactly where I wanted to be. I wiggled down between his spread legs and caught his eye before I slowly, slowly sucked the hot, hard, wildly impressive length of him into my mouth.
God, he tasted good.
This was hardly my first—or twenty-first—time giving head, and I generally liked it just fine. I’d received it even more often than that, and I’d liked that even better. But tonight I was feeling a little competitive because Rafe had rocked my world, and I was determined to rock his. To make this into something worth waiting half a lifetime for. To ruin him for anyone else who came along.
So I used every trick I could think of. I ran my tongue over the crown of his dick while I rubbed his balls. I stroked his thighs as I swirled my tongue up the length of him. I brought him to the edge, to the point where he was thrusting helplessly into my mouth and fisting the bedspread, over and over again only to back off and explore a new, fascinating part of him: the texture of the scar on the side of his knee, the unique flavor of the skin at the join of his hip, the sound he made when I sucked up a bruise below his navel, just above the line where the sun-kissed gold of his chest met the pale, tender skin below his waist.
I’d known Rafe for more than half my life, but all of this felt like uncharted territory. I’d never gotten to touch his body this way before or unabashedly breathe in the tangy, saltwater scent of him. I’d never learned how to make him tremble.
Now that I had, I was more than a little addicted. I wanted to spendhoursmaking him lose his mind, letting him know he was the hottest man in the entire solar system becausehe was. I wanted the perfect timbre of his groans ringing in my ear forever.
The power was fucking heady, and I found myself pressing my own dick into the bed as it started to harden once more.
“Next time,” I vowed, staring up at his gorgeous flushed cheeks and glassy eyes, praying there’dbea next time, “I’m going to do so many things to you. I’m going to rim you until you forget your own name. I’m going to fuck you so hard and so good, you willneverconfuse another guy for me during sex again, because your ass will know who owns it.”
Rafe arched his back, pushing his head into the mattress. “God, yes,” he moaned. “That fucking dreammaker voice.”
I had no idea what he was talking about, except that my voice was hoarse as fuck from taking his cock… and maybe he liked that as much as I did.
“Mmm. I’m gonna need more candies,” I whispered.
“Next time,” Rafe said, lifting his head so his fever-bright eyes locked on mine as he said those two magic words that said he wanted the next time as much as I did. “I’m not going to go easy on you like I did earlier.”
That had beeneasy? My cock gave a hopeful twitch, and I pressed myself down more aggressively.
“Next time,” he continued. “I’m gonna lick every damn inch of you. I’m gonna take you slow and gentle and give you every fucking thing you’ve always wanted but never thought you could ask for.”
The thing I’d always wanted but never thought to ask for was Rafe. That was all. As much of him as I could get, for as long as I could have him.
I held his hips down firmly and took him deep into my mouth, trying to convey all that without words. And when he finally shot into my mouth, moaning my name like a filthy curse, I was pretty sure I’d accomplished my goal.
“You just made me see stars,” he groaned when I collapsed beside him on the comforter a second later.
The flashing lights from outside made firework patterns on the ceiling, and I snorted.
