I loved Okinawa. As hibachi restaurants went, it couldn’t be beat, but I couldn’t imagine trying to cross the busy streets between here and there. “We’ll walk there?”
“It’s five blocks, woman.”
I nodded once. “Yeah, and those are five blocks we could ride on your Triumph.”
He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “We totally owe Blood.”
I did a short eye roll. “Maybe we owe Dad. He’s the one who left his phone behind on Sunday.”
He put his hands on my hips, his fingers gliding along my belly to the button of my shorts. “No more talking about who we owe. It’s time to get naked, baby.”
I tugged his t-shirt free of his jeans while he undid my shorts. He shrugged off his cut, tossed it to a nearby rocking chair, and yanked his t-shirt off. I multi-tasked by taking off my shirt and toeing out of my sneakers simultaneously.
Rafferty undid his jeans. “I really thought you’d be a matching-underwear kind of girl.”
I smirked and threw his words back at him. “Does that shit really matter to you?”
His brow ticked up and down. “No, but I like that any matching sets you have are gonna be the ones I buy for you.”
The possessive thread in his voice sent a thrill through my whole body. I stepped closer to him and shoved his jeans down his thighs. He grazed his finger along my jaw to tip my face up and he kissed me. I went up on tiptoes to kiss him harder. His hands found the clasp of my bra and he unfastened it.
He broke the kiss to pull my bra off. His eyes raked over my chest. “Goddamn, you are so fuckin’ gorgeous.”
I felt heat gathering in my chest. “So are you, Raff.”
He shook his head and carefully removed his underwear. “Not even close, woman. Take off your panties, or I’m liable to shred them.”
I shimmied out of my panties, then I dropped to my knees and ran my tongue along Rafferty’s thick cock.
“Shit,” he hissed.
I reached toward him, but he grabbed my hand.
“Get up, babe. You need to be in my bed. Now.”
He pulled me to my feet and stepped closer. So close, my nipples brushed against his smattering of chest hair. I stepped back and felt the edge of the bed behind me.
A devilish grin lit his face. “Lay down, Alexandra. I’m hungry.”
I climbed into his bed and he followed me, crawling across the mattress toward me. His eyes gleamed with hunger and determination. I loved watching him move, all of his tattoos shifting and rippling as he moved.
He put his hands on my thighs and spread my legs. His eyes locked with mine, and he dragged a finger through my folds.
I inhaled through my nose, his touch lighting my blood on fire.
“You’re so wet for me, Lex.”
“Yeah,” I whispered, shifting my hips - wanting more of his touch.
He smiled. “You like that?”
“Yes. Please, do it again.”
“Never have to beg, baby,” he murmured and slid two fingers through my wetness.
Then he moved those fingers inside me. I spread my legs wider.
“What do you want now?” he asked.
