I lick my lips. “We’ll freeze to death.”
His eyebrows shoot downward, drawing a perfect dark line across his forehead, and he tips his face to the sky, as if noticing the rain for the first time. “Shit.” Rafael begins leading me up the steps of the house, but I pull away.
The thought of going inside, facing McCrae or avoiding him and retreating to my room with his ears only inches away, instantly cools the fire pulsing between my thighs.
“What—”
“The barn,” I plead, my fingers threading with his as I begin to tug him in that direction. It takes less than a beat for him to understand my motive, and instead of insisting we go inside the warm house, he smirks, his lips lifting into that devilish grin that makes my panties melt, and then scoops me into his arms as if I weigh nothing.
I yelp in surprise, wrapping my arms around his neck. “What are you?—”
He kisses me again, hard and insistent, cutting off my question. His tongue spears into my mouth, promising more, but just as my toes begin to curl, he pulls away.
“Hold on tight.” He winks before dashing into the rain.
I cling to him as he runs toward the barn, pressing my face into the warm crook of his neck. He smells of rain and musk, and I breathe deeper, determined to imprint the smell on my soul.
Within seconds, we’re at the barn, and I feel his muscles ripple around me as he yanks open the sliding door, slipping inside. As soon as he shuts it behind us, the sound of the pouring rain becomes a surround sound roar—a beating drum of the Heavens, matched only by the thrum of my heart.
I feel Rafael’s lips press into my hair, and I reluctantly let him set me down. The second my feet touch the ground, I blink up at him. His eyes are wide with wonder, searching for answers I don’t yet know how to give him.
Instead, I run a hand along his jaw, pressing onto my tip toes to kiss him. “I want you.” I whisper the confession against his lips, and his grip on my waist instantly tightens. It’s not much—just three little words—but it feels monumental, and the tight knot around my heart begins to untangle.
Rafael must think so too, because in the next moment, he’s scooping me up, using his strength to man handle me in a way I’ve come to crave from him, wrapping my legs around his waist. He walks forward, and I kiss him hungrily, not caring where he’s taking me.
I trust him.Three more words, and the knot loosens further, freeing me of the pain and suffering I’ve kept anchored close.
“Tell me again.” He breathes the request against my throat, and I smile toward the ceiling, reveling in the feel of his devotion pouring into my soul.
“I want you.”
He groans, his tongue running from the line of my jaw down to the tops of my breasts.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
“Have me, Rafael. Please.”
I don’t have to ask him twice. He lowers his hold on my legs, gently setting me down until my feet are once more firmly on the ground. He grips my hands, loosening my hold on his neck, before stepping back to look at me.
I know I’m likely a poor sight—soggy wet hair, streaky makeup, wet jeans, and an oversized sweater. It doesn’t exactly scream beauty, but I wouldn’t know it. With the way Rafael’s eyes drink me in, his nostrils flaring, I’d think I looked like the most beautiful woman in the world.
I lick my lips, brushing my fingers on the hem of my sweater. “If we got out of our wet clothes, we’d probably warm up faster.”
He chuckles, crossing his arms. The motion makes the wet shirt tight on his chest, and my mouth waters. “I feel like that’s my line.”
I shrug, emboldened by his obvious desire, and pull the sweater over my head. He hisses as I drop the soggy garment, taking in my bare chest beneath.
“Were you hoping I’d get you naked?” His voice is gravely, his throat bobbing repeatedly as he stares.
I nod. “Yes.”
He groans, his knuckles going white as he grips his inner biceps. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Your tits, they’re the most glorious things I’ve ever seen.”
Reaching up, I lightly pull at one of the bars pierced through my nipples and hum, rubbing my thighs together. I want my clothes off,now.I want his off. I want to feel him everywhere.
“Are you just going to watch?”
His eyes narrow slightly as he smirks. “Fuck no. I’m just waiting for you to get naked for me.”
