“Like, I’m surfing my dream wave.”
“You surf?”
“Ack, no.” He laughs. His Irish accent is getting somehow thicker.
Goddamn, it’s so damn sexy listening to him.
He keeps talking, ruining me with each word he speaks. “I’m terrified of the water. That doesn’t matter, because it’s exhilarating, life-changing and the world is moving differently. I don’t think the world will ever look the same, and I don’t want it to. I want this ride, Tally. With you. And I don’t want it to stop.”
“You don’t know me!”
He rolls his eyes before pulling me closer. Rafferty shuffles our positions, so we’re lying on our backs, our legs intertwined like a tangled ball of yarn.
“I know this.” He nuzzles against my neck, his lips ghosting against my scent gland. “You feel like fire against my skin, and when you’re not next to me, I feel like I’m lost in a snowstorm. Your scent is impossible to wash away, and I love the way it’s all I can smell. And then”—he drops his voice and his gaze—“you being next to me is how life should be. So, I don't care that I don't know too much about you, because what I do know is enough. I trust my nature. Besides, we have the rest of our lives to find everything out. I can’t wait to do it, either.”
My world tunnels, everything he says is the only thing I can focus on. His explanation is brutally easy to understand, terrifying to hear. And I try to push him away. The trust thing is like a knife in my soul. “Rafferty…”
He smiles triumphantly when I struggle past his words.
“Ssh,” he declares, cuddling more. “Let’s eat the treats you brought me.”
“Your brother got them for you. He took me to breakfast to your favorite place, which I think might be mine too. Although, to be fair, I haven’t seen what else is on offer.” I ramble on and on, making him smile more.
With one hand, he opens the box and starts eating, the crumbs falling over my face.
“Rafferty!” I laugh.
He looks down at me, shock darkening his face, but in the next blink, he gets a wicked glint in his eye. His hand tips so the icing sugar from the chocolate croissant, and all the tiny flakes, hit my mouth.
“I am so sorry,” he says seriously, his accent thick. The growing smirk and heat in his eyes at war with his apology. He leans so close I can see the smallest flicker of gold in his blue irises.
I poke my tongue out, tasting the icing sugar before I taste him. His tongue barely touches mine. It’s not tentative, it’s outright teasing. He does it again, the barest brush. This time, he doesn’t pull away; he flickers his tongue against mine before dipping down to lick the icing sugar from around my mouth.
By the time he’s done, my heart is beating like a hammer and my panties are soaked.
“Rafferty?”
“Hmmm?” he hums as he keeps lapping my lips, my tongue, my skin.
“Why did you smile that night?” It’s something that’s been on my mind for a while.
“You saw that?”
“I mean, you have a very pretty cock. Watching you work yourself was admittedly very distracting, but I saw you smile as if you heard me.”
“Right when you were getting impatient, wasn’t it? What were your exact words again?” he whispers as his finger curls around my aching nipple.
The memory of watching him is as real as him here now. “‘Come on, give me what I want.’”
His eyes flash with desire, his lips ghosting over mine as he twists time, drawing us back to this moment. “Okay.”
My arms go around his shoulders, pulling him closer before a sudden urge to feel his skin on mine has me clawing his T-shirt over his head. I drop his shirt onto the pillow under me so his scent surrounds me. And then he slides down my body, his mouth taking the place of his fingers.
My hands are in his hair, releasing it from the band, so I can feel each strand of hair like a kiss on my skin.
I kick off my shoes before wiggling my hips up. He doesn’t stop kissing as he helps me out of my pants. I claw his boxers down his hips.
A whimper escapes me when Rafferty wiggles back up, settling his weight down on me, his cock pressing against my aching core.
