The sound of skin slapping and our labored breathing filled the room.
“Yes, Raff,” I whispered.
He began to grind into me, and the building orgasm crashed over me.
I’d never had such a long-lasting orgasm. I was so caught up in it, I had no idea how long it was before his thrusts stilled and I felt him come inside me.
What he said after my first time replayed in my mind. ‘Honey, you’ll probably like it better that way. I sure as hell will.’
Oh yeah, I definitely liked having him bare much better.
Ever so gently, he lowered my legs, then lowered his bulk onto me, tucking his face in the crook of my neck and shoulder. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
I wrapped my arms around him, enjoying having him this close. “What? Why?”
He lifted his head to look me in the eye. “I never, ever want to be the reason you’re hurt.”
I shot him a look. “Have you skipped condoms with anyone else?”
His eyes slid to the side. “No.”
My eyes widened. “Then it’s unlikely that you aren’t clean.”
He shot me some side-eye. “But the chances aren’t zero.”
I leaned up and nipped his jaw. “Stop. You’re borrowing trouble. I should probably clean up before I leave a wet spot.”
He gave me a lascivious grin. “Learn fast, Robertson: I don’t care if you leave a wet spot. Just proves we fucked and fucked hard.”
Chapter sixteen
Put Me to the Test
Rafferty
“Iknewweshouldhave ridden the bike over here, Rafferty. I’m way too full to walk all the way back.”
We were holding hands and walking back to my place after stuffing ourselves silly at Okinawa.
I swung our hands up higher. “You’ll be fine, woman. We only got two and a half blocks to go. Think of it this way, it gives your food time to digest.”
She leaned her shoulder into mine. “Whatever. Maybe you can give me a piggy-back ride.”
I laughed. “Don’t be a wimp. You can hack it, Lex. Think about something else.”
She glanced up at me with a half-pout. “Fine. Who else is prospecting with you?”
It struck me that with her being in Gainesville, there was quite a bit going on here that she didn’t know about.
“There’s five of us. I’m not sure one guy is going to make it, but Killian, Ryan—”
“Wait! Ry and Kill… from Biloxi?” she asked, excitement and confusion in her tone.
“Yeah,” I asked, fighting against unfounded jealousy at her reaction.
“When did that happen?”
I glanced at her. “End of January. Mickayla moved out here for school.”
