“Yep.”
The meaning started to unfold. “So that means you liked it?”
“Well, yeah,” Rafael said, chuckling again. “I thought that much was obvious.”
My heart tripped, fell over itself, and beat frantically. “So you wouldn’t mind if I did it again?”
His mouth cracked into a big smile. “Not at all.”
Before I could say anymore, I leaned in again, perhaps a bit too quickly--our teeth clacked together and we broke apart for a second to laugh about it before we melted into another kiss. This one was deeper and wetter than the first, as I parted my lips for Rafael’s tongue to tentatively enter me.
It felt so good. It felt better than any kiss I’d had in my life. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning softly into the kiss. I wanted more, pushing myself closer to him so our chests were nearly touching.
Pleasure sparked all along my body, like candles being lit one by one. I burned for him. I wanted him.
The realization made me snap to reality. I pulled away quickly with a gasp. Rafael looked confused.
“What’s wrong?” he asked gently.
I couldn’t tell him the truth--that I was startled by how badly Iwantedhim. “I…”
But Rafael just shook his head with that easygoing smile. “We don’t have to do this. It’s fine to say you want to stop. I’ll even leave if you want me to.”
My chest clenched. How could he be so calm? Why was he so understanding?
No, I didn't want him to go. It was the complete opposite of what I wanted. But I was also afraid of my own feelings.
“Don’t leave,” I said.
“Okay.”
I bit my lip. “But if you stay, I don’t know if…”
Rafael didn’t interrupt me. He waited patiently for me to work up the nerve and the right words. Words I was afraid to speak.
I let out a deep exhale, sucked in a breath and spat them out. “If you stay, I don’t know if I can control myself.”
“Is that all?” Rafael asked with a lopsided grin.
“I’m serious.”
The heat building below my belly was almost too much to bear. I craved it. I wanted to reach for him, to let my hands roam, to feel his mouth on me. Worst of all, I felt my entrance already growing wet in preparation for what it wanted.
And all of that stemmed from two gentle kisses.
I realized with a sinking feeling that my horrible night with Axel wasn’t even a fraction as passionate as sitting in the bed kissing with Rafael. The two were wholly incomparable.
Rafael met my gaze somberly, though he still wore that half-quirked smile. “I’m gonna be honest with you, Sky. I’d lay down and let you do whatever you want with me.”
That comment sent a shiver down my spine.
“But I want you to do it because youwantto,” he went on. “Not because you think you have to, or because you owe me a favor or something.”
I paused. Did he think I wanted to pay him back because he saved me earlier tonight?
“It’s not that,” I told him. “I promise.”
“Okay,” he said with a nod, seeming satisfied.
