The way she wrapped around me was familiar and comfortable. Like it was the place she was meant to be. I didn’t want to think too hard about what it meant but I knew whatever was happening between us was more than a one night thing.
Her mouth dipped into my neck and sucked as I took the stairs two at a time. “You marking me, baby?”
“I guess so.” Again, no bullshit. “You have a problem with that?”
I didn’t even have to think about it. “Not at all. In fact, I intend to make sure every man in town knows you belong to me.”
“Oh, really. It’s sweater weather.” She pulled her head back to meet my eyes. “No one is going to see the hickeys you leave.”
I smiled at her as I lowered her to my bed. “I won’t need to leave a mark. You’ll be screaming my name so loud, there will be no doubt who you belong to.”
I lowered my mouth to hers, once again savoring the feel of her lips on mine. The kiss wasn’t angry, like the one in my office or frantic like the one outside. This one was the kiss of a man who knew he had all the time in the world. I twisted us, so my hand could reach her back and unsnap her bra. I pulled away the black lace and two perfect, rosy tipped mounds filled my vision. “God, Aurora, you’re perfect.”
Shifting my body between her legs, I moved lower, kissing her neck, her collarbone, her chest. I took one perfect tip into my mouth and sucked, pulling a throaty cry from her perfect mouth. “Rafe.”
God, when she said my name like that, it made me want to shove my dick inside her and have her feel me everywhere. But it was not all I wanted. I wanted to enjoy each and every part of her, her moans, her body, and mostly the way she was giving herself to me.
I moved my mouth to her other breast as my free hand moved down her body. My fingers grazed over her pussy. “Fuck, baby. You’re so wet.”
I dragged my hand back up and her frustrated moan made me smile. Her skin was soft and I ached to taste every inch of her. So, that was exactly what I did. I trailed a path of wet kisses down her chest and stomach, and allowed my tongue to circle her navel.
Her hands went to my head, her nails digging into my scalp. “Rafe, don’t tease me.”
My breath played across her stomach as I spoke, pulling a sexy as hell gasp from her. “But babe, watching your body respond to my teasing has become my new favorite thing.”
I licked along her pubic bone, and her hips bucked while her voice echoed through my bedroom. “Fuck, Rafe. I need… more… something.”
She widened her legs, giving me better access. More time to see her, smell her. I pushed down my hand on her stomach and licked her through her folds. “Fuck, Rafe.”
She couldn’t move, only feel. I pushed one finger inside, and she contracted immediately. Damn I couldn’t wait to get my cock inside her tight pussy. My tongue found her clit as I moved a second finger inside.
Rory’s grip on my hair tightened. The sting only spurred me on. I wanted to make her lose control, the same way she had done to me. “Harder.”
My fingers curled inside her and I shifted around until her body bucked. I found her spot. “That’s it baby, take what you need.” She rode my face and fingers, and I lifted my eyes to watch her. Every movement I made with my fingers, my tongue, played across her face.
I circled her clit with my tongue.
“Yes, Rafe, just like —“
She didn’t get to finish her thought as an unnatural noise left her. There was no stopping her from lifting her hips as she soaked my hand and my face. Both stayed firmly in place as she rode out her orgasm until her body relaxed.
I reached over to the nightstand and pulled out an unopened box of condoms. Checking the date, I let out an exhale when I saw they were still good. Tearing the box open and opening the foil with my teeth, I wasted no time rolling it over my hard length. I glanced over at my girl. Satisfied smile, soft eyes. Fuck, a man could get used to that look.
Pushing her legs a little wider with my hips, I positioned my cock at her entrance. It was only as I slowly entered her that I understood what heaven on earth actually was. A single moment with one woman was what all the fuss was about. The reason men risked everything. Because for the right woman, it was worth all of it.
And there was no doubt in my mind Rory was the right woman. Yeah, she was on the run and in hiding. And I may need to convince her to take a chance on me. But as I buried myself to the hilt inside her, I knew no woman would ever compare to her.
I took a moment to regain my composure and her legs wrapped around my waist and the feeling of familiarity settled over me once more.
“Rafe, honey, you need to move. Please.”
It was her pleading tone that had me slowly moving. My woman would never have to beg. Not for anything. And especially not in a moment like this.
I planted my forearms on either side of her head as I pulled out slowly. Watching the sensations play across her face was such a surreal experience and I wanted more of it.
In one swift movement, I slammed back into her, smiling at the cry she let out. Fuck, I loved those noises. I repeated the movement over and over and each time she let out that same noise. Her finger nails dug into my back and we found our rhythm. Her walls rippled around my cock and it took everything not to speed up.
With all the control I could muster, I maintained the pace, all the while teetering on the edge of oblivion. “Fuck, Aurora. You need to come now.”
