“You don’t have to lie,” Rafael said, but it was a gentle prod for the truth, not an accusation.
“I’m not,” I promised, shaking my head. “Really.”
He sighed and came closer, putting his hands on my arms. “Good, then. I’m glad to hear it.”
My heart fluttered and flipped at the closeness. We’d had sex before, for god’s sake--so why was this chaste moment making my chest tighten?
I licked my lips. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“Did you really mean what you said?”
Rafael smirked. “Hey, didn’t I already answer this question?”
“I want to hear it again.”
“Yes, I’m definitely serious.” His hand gently stroked my arm, sending chills up my spine. “You’re not too upset about the news, are you? I was worried you might take it badly.”
“I was a little upset,” I admitted. “But only for the child I thought I carried. If there was no baby after all, then I guess I don’t have any reason to be upset at all.” I put my hand on top of his. “Actually, more than anything else, I’m… happy.”
“Why’s that?” Rafael asked softly.
My heart felt thick and syrupy as it thumped faster. My breath came out shuddering and weak.
“Because now I get to have a baby with you instead.”
I waited for Rafael to balk, to frown, to back off--but he didn’t do any of those things. He stepped closer so our chests touched. I smelled his breath and his alpha musk. I wanted to lean up and capture his lips. I wanted to taste him again.
When Rafael didn’t speak, I became doubtful for a moment.
“Unless you don’t want to,” I said. “Unless--”
He leaned in and kissed me. The rest of my stupid words died. I parted my mouth for him and his tongue slipped inside. He tasted sweet and warm, likehim.I moaned into his mouth as I felt pleasure seep through my body, making my skin tingle and my knees turn weak. Rafael’s hand snaked to my lower back, holding me in place, and I grasped the front of his shirt for dear life.
“I’ve been waiting all day to do that,” he murmured when we broke apart.
“You have?”
He nodded, a smirk on his lips. “Among other things.”
A thrill jolted me. “Like what?”
Rafael grazed his teeth on my lower lip. “Dirty things.” He sucked on it. “Things I shouldn’t be thinking about at work.”
I huffed as he tilted his head to kiss my jaw. “Tell me. I want to know.”
“You on your knees,” he murmured as his lips brushed the sensitive skin of my neck, “your mouth parted like a good boy as you swallowed my cock.”
Without meaning to, I moaned. The sound slipped out of me before I could stop myself, and I blushed hard.
“You like that mental image?” Rafael teased.
“I do.” I swallowed. “Maybe we should make it a reality.”
“You sure?”
I grabbed his wrists firmly. “I didn’t get to play with you last time. I intend to pay for that.”
