I nod, not trusting myself to speak. My heart is racing, every nerve ending on fire where he touches me. I want more, so much more, but I’m also acutely aware of my stupidly thin walls.
I pull him flush against me until his erection presses on my waist, and I can’t help but roll my hips forward, craving friction, my lips pressed together to smother any noise.
The muscles in his arms jump under my palms as he braces himself, holding back, with a groan. “Hear me out,” he says as he thrusts against me, his hard erection rubbing between my legs. “I won’t make a noise. I won’t let you make a noise, either.”
“As if.”
We really,reallycan’t. Ethan just moved in, and he shouldn’t be welcomed by his sister’s moans echoing through the house. And there’s just no way Rafael would keep me silent.
But even with the clear protests coming from my mind, my body has a will of its own, and I grind back against him, and he against me, again and again, until we find a rhythm that has us both panting. A slow dance of our bodies pressed close. Every movement is deliberate, restrained, as we try to maintain our silence, until it feels so good it’s hard not to voice my enthusiasm. Rafael’s lips find mine again, swallowing any sounds that threaten to escape as his hands roam my body, greedy and rough.
“Fuck, Scarlett,” he breathes before burying his face in the crook of my neck and muffling a groan.
Our hips rock together, the pressure building low in my belly and his fingers digging into my hip as our movements become more urgent, more frantic.
The bed creaks softly beneath us, and we freeze, listening for any sign that we’ve been heard. I can feel his heart hammering against my chest in perfect, frantic sync with my own. When silence persists, we resume our dance, slower this time.
His breath comes in short, controlled pants against my neck, and when I turn my head and gently tug on his earlobe, he shudders. A low, helpless sound catches in his throat, half groan, half whimper. He must be close, because his hips stutter in their rhythm, and I’m not far behind, the coiling tension in my core winding tighter with each roll of our bodies.
“Freckles,” he breathes, so quietly I barely hear it. His voice is strained, desperate. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
I kiss him, our mouths sliding together, wet and warm, teeth knocking in our urgency. My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close as we move together, chasing our release.
I’m a wet mess as his cock rubs my clit back and forth, again and again, in the most perfect of spots. The pressure builds and builds until, finally, it crests. My body goes rigid, waves of pleasure washing over me as I whimper. I bite down on his shoulder to keep from crying out, my teeth sinking into the hard muscle there. I feel him tense above me, a strangled noise breaking in his throat as his own climax hits moments after mine.
“Scarlett, God…” he moans into my mouth, the vibrations prolonging my pleasure as I clench around nothing.
We lie there, both of us trembling and panting. Heartbeats clashing.
“Well,” he says, “I think we might have pushed past PG-14 there.”
I giggle, smoothing his hair back. “Just a bit.”
He lifts his head to look at me, his eyes soft and full of warmth.A strand of hair falls across his forehead, and I reach up to brush it away.
He has the prettiest, softest hair.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m…happy, actually.”
“Yeah? Wait until I get you out of your clothes.” He kisses my lips and settles next to me. “I’ve waited half a decade for the chance to make youhappy.” He looks down. “But I’m afraid I just disgraced your dad’s pants in the process.”
“Ireallywish you hadn’t said that.”
He laughs, pulling me closer. “You sure you’re okay? Not just with… this, or us. You know, everything that happened with your brother and Peanut?”
I settle into his arms, tracing the shape of his tattoos. A snake, a mask, a rose. My head rests comfortably on his chest. “You think tonight was enough? That he’ll leave Ethan alone?”
“Oh, yes. Trust me, Hunter is done bullying people,” he says before he leans in, brushing soft kisses along the side of my face.
I guess. He really looked terrified.
“What did you tell him?”
“Hmm?”
“Right before we left. You said something into his ear. Based on his reaction… a death threat?”
