“I just wanted to grab my camera. I told mom I’d take some pictures for Hope’s senior spread in the yearbook. Here.” She handed Sloan a small instant photo. It was still developing, but by the time they heard the front door slam behind Gracie, a damn adorable picture of him and Sloan kissing came into clear view.
“You keep this,” Sloan said. “The girls may know how to knock on a door, but they do not respect my privacy.”
“Will do.” He moved to stand and slipped the small picture into his wallet. Sloan gave his arm a little tug.
“Come on. Something tells me Eddie has all kinds of fun stories to tell about you,” Sloan teased, backing out of the kitchen. Rafe groaned, but willingly followed.
15
When the mudroom door clicked shut behind them, Rafe flipped the lock and Sloan fell silent. She’d had a wonderful time with Rafe and his family, but as they drove back home there was only one thing on her mind—this would be their last full night together for a month.
After they both stepped out of their shoes, she took his hand and led him up the stairs to her bedroom. She pushed the dimmer on her overhead lights up halfway and turned to face him. She started undressing, making her intentions very clear. That dark intensity came over his eyes as he backed her toward the bed.
Sloan sunk down on the foot of the mattress and watched closely as Rafe dropped to his knees between her feet. He reached for the hem of her shirt and she did what she could to make it easy for him to pull it over her head. She took her bra off and tossed it on the floor.
In the next second, Rafe’s lips were on hers. She took advantage, scooting to the corner of the mattress, dropping her arms over his shoulders as his strong, rough hands eased their way up her sides. She couldn’t think straight. The only thing her mind was processing was how badly she wanted him to make her come, how badly she wanted to feel his body against hers.
They kept on kissing, their tongues moving together until Sloan could barely breathe. She could feel her panties soaking as her pussy clenched on itself. She was painfully empty, and while his fingers and his tongue worked absolute magic, she only wanted one thing. Rafe’s cock buried deep inside her until she screamed.
Her eyes blinked open when Rafe pulled back just enough to meet her gaze. She felt her teeth gripping her bottom lip. They’d been all over each other all weekend and it still wasn’t enough. She couldn’t imagine the withdrawal she’d be going through when they couldn’t be alone. But she’d worry about that another time, not when Rafe’s hands were smoothing their way over her breasts. He kept focused on her eyes as he pinched her nipples lightly, before massaging them with his palms.
“Sloan, you’re the only app I’m running right now.”
She couldn’t help the snort that came bursting out of her mouth.“You’re never gonna let me forget that, are you?”
He shook his head, eyes wide, “No.” Sloan’s laughter melted into a moan as he pinched her nipples again, harder this time. The pressure edged near pain, but that didn’t stop Sloan from leaning closer, silently begging for more. Her hand slid into his hair as his head dipped lower. He captured her nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking until she was crying out.
He switched to the other side, sliding his tongue over her left nipple as his fingers returned to the right, lightly pinching and stroking the puckered wet tip. She tugged at his short hair, while holding him closer all at once. He became less gentle then, sucking and lightly biting. She didn’t realize her hips were moving until his hand slid between her legs. One brush against the fabric of her jeans was all she could handle.
“Stop, stop,” she panted. Rafe immediately pulled away.
“Yes, hi.”
“Please take off your clothes.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” Rafe stood and started to undress. Sloan followed, standing to shuck off her jeans and her underwear. She reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out the last two condoms they had stashed there. When she turned around, the sight of his naked body was almost too much. She had to wonder when she would be able to look at his well-toned form and his sprawling tattoos, and not want to start drooling.
“Jesus, Rafe.”
“What?”
“I wish you could see yourself.”
“Oh, I’d much rather be looking at you. Come here.”
Sloan walked into his arms, wrapping her fingers around his erection. She only stroked his perfectly thick length up and down a few times before he stilled her hand.
“Nah, hold on.”
“What—” Rafe picked her up and threw her on the bed. The noise that burst out of Sloan was a mix between a screech and a hysterical laugh. Rafe crawled beside her, but before she could get hold of up or down, he was guiding her body on top of his so she was face to face with his glorious dick. His tongue was lapping over her parted pussy lips. Sloan leaned back, digging her knees into the covers, pressing herself back against the wet suction of his mouth. She eased forward and back until she was reminded of the dripping cock in front of her as it brushed against her cheek. She took his erection between her lips, sucking him as far down as she could. Her fingers stroked the inches she couldn’t fit in her mouth.
They found a perfect rhythm that had Sloan shamelessly riding Rafe’s face until she was coming. She let his dick slip out of her mouth and she pressed her forehead against his thigh. She came again. It felt like forever between when she stopped trembling and when she could finally register the soft kisses that Rafe was spreading all over her skin. Sloan followed the gentle movement of his hands as he moved her off of him and onto her side of the bed. She could still barely breathe when he climbed back over her, this time with a condom sheathed over his cock.
He kissed the side of her face, then her cheeks and her lips. She could taste herself on him and that just made her ready for more. His lips moved over her cheek again and his hand gripped her asscheek nice and hard. Sloan arched into his grip, letting out a pathetic moan.
“Tell me how you want it,” he whispered.
Sloan leaned up and kissed him on the lips before she rolled onto her stomach. “I want you on top of me.”
