His eyes roved from my face along my torso and back up to my eyes. “You are so fucking gorgeous, Alexandra.”
I lifted my hands and had them half way to my bra clasp when Rafferty shook his head. “What? I thought I’d help you out.”
He grabbed my hands and guided them to his shoulders. “No way, Lex. I’m taking your bra off. Can’t fuckin’ tell you how often I’ve thought about this very moment.”
My chin dipped with my bashful look.
His hands went to my back and in seconds he unclasped my bra. “I’m serious, Robertson.”
“Should we dim the lights? I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.”
“Nothing about you would ever disappoint me. You have to know that.”
My hands dropped from his shoulders when he slid my bra off and tossed it aside. “So fuckin’ perfect.”
Before I could say anything, he leaned forward brushing his lips against mine. I fell to my back. He kept kissing me while he settled his weight on me. Feeling his warm chest against mine made me even wetter.
I moved my hands from his shoulders down his chest, under his arms, and past his rib cage in order to trace my fingers along his muscular back.
He slid a hand up to my breast. A tingle shot to my nipple as he methodically stroked his thumb there. My back arched and I broke the kiss.
“Oh God,” I whispered.
With a dark chuckle, he kissed along my jaw, lightly engaged his teeth, dragging them down my neck. His tongue darted out when he hit the top of my chest and he went straight to my breast, and drew my other nipple into his mouth.
I was a virgin, but I’d made out with other boyfriends plenty. Enough to know that Rafferty had skills other men simply didn’t have. The way he dragged my beaded nipple between his teeth made my hips buck and my legs squirm.
“Oh, yeah,” he muttered.
In seconds, he had my shorts unbuttoned and his hands delved into my panties.
He paused and stared into my eyes. “Are you good with me taking your shorts off?”
“Yes,” I half-moaned, half-whispered. “But you take your jeans off, too.”
He shifted to the other side of me, and dragged my shorts and panties off at the same time.
I kicked them to the side. The sight of Rafferty undoing his belt held me captive.
He had a thin line of hair leading down his well-defined abdomen. As he lowered his jeans and boxer briefs, the line of hair became thicker. His cock bobbed free of his underwear and I licked my lips.
“Don’t tease me, Lex,” he said in a strained voice.
“I’m not, Tee.”
He took a condom out of his wallet, dropped the condom on the bed, and then tossed his jeans on the floor. “You are because I’m gonna worship your body for a good long while before I let you have your way with me.”
Those words heightened my excitement and anticipation.
Rafferty gave his cock a quick tug, leaned forward, and nudged my legs apart. He crawled between my legs and kissed my thigh. He kissed a path from my thigh to my pelvic bone. With his free hand, he used three fingers to stroke up and down my pussy. Heat surged through my body and the ache in my core throbbed.
“Rafferty,” I whined.
“Love the way you say my name, woman. You sound so needy.”
“Oh, my God, keep doing that,” I cried when he stopped stroking me.
“You’re soaked for me.”
