I loved this - even if we were just making out - there was a nearness to it, a comfort that sent a thrill down my spine.
Out of nowhere, Rafferty rolled to his back and I pulled back with a smile. “That was fun.”
His eyes heated. “It’s gonnabefun when you get naked and settle your wet pussy on my cock, Lex.”
I reached for the hem of my tank, but he shoved it up forcing me to raise my arms. He sat up to tug it off me. Then his mouth was on my nipple.
My head tipped back while my hands clutched him to me. “God, yes.”
He chuckled and let me go with his mouth. His hands shoved into my sleep shorts and panties. “Gonna have to help me out here, baby.”
I was so turned on, any awkwardness I might have felt fell by the wayside and I lifted up a leg so I could help him get my clothes off.
Once I was naked, Rafferty slid his fingers between my legs. I moved instinctively.
“Fuck, Lex. You’re so wet for me, I don’t know if I want to feast on your sweet, wet pussy, or if I want to fuck you, or play with you some more just to see how goddamn wet I can make you.”
I swallowed down a moan because I wanted all three of those options.
Rafferty chuckled and I stared down at him. He’d bulked up in the past few years. Up close like this, I noticed how well-rounded and muscular his shoulders had become. His shoulder featured a tattoo of what looked like a female leopard… or it might have been a cheetah.
I leaned down and used my tongue to trace the outline of the animal.
Rafferty’s voice came out thick and raspy when he spoke. “Found the leopard.”
“It’s a great tattoo,” I murmured.
“First piece I ever had inked.”
I glanced up at him. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
The warmth in his eyes…it was like it had something to do with me.
“When did you have it done?”
“The fuckin’ day after everything went wrong.”
“You weren’t even eighteen! Hell, Blake wasn’t licensed then.”
“That didn’t stop either of us. He filled in the color later on after he got licensed.”
“Geez, Blake is a damned artistic genius.”
“He is, but that’s you. You’re the leopard on my shoulder.”
That took me aback. “Why am I a leopard? I’m not the one who ran that day in high school.”
His eyes went unfocused like he was remembering that day…or maybe it was the day he got the tat. “No. Even though I was pissed, I wanted something that represented you. Blake said you were like a leopard.”
“That doesn’t make sense,” I murmured.
He slid a hand into my hair. “Sure it does. At the time, you were a little shorter than you are now; leopards are the smallest of the so-called big cat family. Blake also pointed out that leopards are daring. That rang true to that afternoon, and I asked if he had a sketch. He did, and here we are.”
I nipped at his shoulder. “I wasn’t daring that day.”
He tilted my head, and I looked into his eyes. “You were. That stunt could have backfired, but it’s done, Lex. We’ve moved on, and I’d much rather focus on right here and right now. You agree?”
