Not just since we had known each other. Since we had beenborn. How had we waited twenty-seven years to fit into each other just like this?
Drake rolled his hips and I cried out as he hit that spot, the magic spot that made fireworks burst behind my eyes, and I feverishly nodded and gripped his hips.
“Yes,” I said.
“Yes?”
“There,” I clarified. “More.”
And Drake was thrusting against my very core, slamming into me with just the perfect level of roughness and speed, like he knew my body better than I knew it myself. Like he knew all the little things I wanted that I could not voice or had never tried, even before I understood what those things were.
When I felt him come inside me, I couldn’t help it. I did the same, throwing spurts of white across my own stomach, feeling an ecstasy I thought I might chase for the whole of the rest of my life settle into my bones.
He collapsed down on the bed beside me, careful not to land on top of me or hurt me, and I immediately twisted around to fit myself against his side. I reached up to kiss him, slow and languid now that we’d met our most urgent need, letting it roll like honey across our tongues.
Drake leaned back against my pillows, his hair brightened by the touch of light from the window and his eyes shadowed. Even so, I could still make out their golden glint. “So,” he said. “What are you going to do tonight?”
I smiled at his attempt at blasé humor. It needed a serious answer. “I think you might have a good idea already,” I told him, walking my fingers down his chest.
“Again?” he said.
I checked his eyes, his tone. They were eager, not reluctant.
“Again,” I said. I thought for a second. Hell, why not? “And maybe again after that.”
Drake
The shifting of the bed in the morning woke me. I opened my eyes to see Rafael with his back to me, bare-assed and gorgeous in the sunlight streaming through the window. Apparently, we’d been tired enough for it not to wake us so far.
I was tangled in the sheets, splayed out; I must have had an arm wrapped around him, and it was probably him getting out from under me that finally made me stir. I watched him move towards something on the floor and then bend to grab whatever it was. I wasn’t complaining at all about the view.
I was about to open my mouth and greet him, let him know that I’d been enjoying ogling him, but the thing he’d picked up was a phone, and he put it to his ear.
“Grey?” he said.
My eyes snapped open wider.
His voice was low like he didn’t want to disturb me. He still thought I was asleep. Maybe that was what made me shut my eyes as he turned half towards me, deliberately evening out my breathing and pretending.
If I was still asleep, how would this conversation go?
He sighed heavily. I heard him moving; in my mind’s eye picture of the room, I thought maybe he’d gone towards the window.
“No,” he started, but Grey must have cut him off by saying something else.
I couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation. I strained my ears, but the phone was too far away. I wanted badly to know what Grey was saying.
I wanted to know why Rafael had even picked up the fucking phone. Weren’t we supposed to be moving on from Grey Monaghan? Hadn’t we wanted to tell him to go fuck himself last night?
Maybe that was why he had answered. So he could tell him –
“You seriously want me to come in today?” Rafael said.
Here it was.Fuck you, Grey. That was the next line out of his mouth. I was sure of it.
Rafael sighed. I heard him pace up and down a few times.
“Fine,” he said, his voice even lower than before. “Fine. Give me ten – no, I left my car there. Give me twenty minutes, and I’ll be in.”
