“Did you really mean what you said?”
His dark eyes flashed. “Abouthelpingyou?”
“Yes.”
Rafael’s gaze never strayed from mine. “Yes. I was dead serious.”
Whatever dream I was having felt like it would pop like a pricked balloon and disappear at any moment. But it wasn’t a dream. My body was solidly on the bed, and Rafael’s warmth was too vivid to be a fantasy.
There were so many implications of his suggestion, a whole slew of real-life issues that would undoubtedly come along with such a grand gesture. But in the heat of the moment all I could think about was the lengths he was willing to go formysake.
“Why would you do that?” I asked quietly.
“Because I can tell how desperately you want it,” Rafael said. Then his eyes hardened a little, a darker tone coming into his voice when he added, “And because I never want you putting yourself in danger again to get it.”
“Are you talking about Axel or Shane?”
“Both.”
“I wasn’t doing anything with Shane, trust me,” I said, feeling repulsed at the idea. The disgust must have shown on my face because Rafael relaxed. “And Axel was…”
I wanted to say a mistake. But the thought of the baby that might exist inside me made me hesitate. If I really was pregnant, then I’d have what I always wanted. Would it really matter to me what it had cost?
Looking into Rafael’s eyes, though, I realized I wasn’t sure anymore.
“I get it,” Rafael said. He tucked a strand of loose hair behind my ear. The action was so tender that it made me melt. “Listen, Sky. I meant what I said about helping you, and tonight is free game. But--”
I stiffened. Of course there was a catch.
“But I think we should hold off on unprotected intercourse until you know if you’re already pregnant or not.”
I wrinkled my nose. “If you’re worried aboutthat,Axel was negative for everything.”
“I figured that much. What I meant was, it’ll be easier to know who the other father of the baby is that way. A paternity test will be a much bigger hassle later on.”
His words sunk in slowly, like a rock drifting to the bottom of the ocean. My brain felt fried. It had been a long, hard day, and my body was both fatigued and riled up, my skin burning and ready for pleasure, but Rafael’s comment had thrown me off.
“Can you say that in small words so my exhausted brain can understand better?” I asked.
He snorted. “You make baby. Me father of baby, no matter who sperm donor is. But easier now to find out who.”
I smacked him playfully in the arm and he laughed.
“Is that better?” he asked.
“Asshole,” I muttered, but I was already leaning in to kiss him again.
My heart wouldn’t stop pounding. I felt high, like I was floating. Rafael had just admitted to wanting to be the father of my child--no matter who the other half of his DNA came from.
Was it true? Maybe some small part of my mind wondered if it was just a ploy to get me into bed, but it was overwhelmed by the rest of mewantinghim. I didn’t sense any ulterior motives or mind games with Rafael. What you saw was what you got with him. He was honest and easygoing. I knew he meant what he said--and that made it all the easier to fall into a tangle of limbs with him.
In my enthusiasm, I ended up on top. Sometime during our kissing sessions, I’d gotten rock hard. I grinded my erection against his leg as I kissed him. Every brush of friction sent liquid pleasure streaming through my blood. The kiss grew open-mouthed, deep and desperate, our tongues sliding against each other. The wetness of the kiss mimicked the wetness now dripping from my needy hole.
“So desperate,” Rafael murmured while he could catch a spare breath. “You’re so hot.”
I whined and rubbed my cock against his leg harder. There was too much fabric between us. I sat up, nearly ripping off my pyjama pants as I struggled to strip. Rafael did the same, quickly tossing unnecessary clothes aside until we were both only in our boxers. But even that was too much. I swore and fumbled my cock out of the hole in front, gasping when it hit the cooler air.
Then I gasped even louder when Rafael’s hand wrapped around my dick. He kissed me before my gasp could evolve into a loud moan.
