“Are you sure?” I’m feeling pretty emotional.
Rafe palms the back of my neck and pulls me down to his lips. “I’ve been dreaming of being inside you for years. Don’t rush me.” He nips my lip, and that’s when I feel his hand between my legs. I tense up a little when he tries to push his fingers inside me. “So swollen for me. I want you to ride me and make me come.”
After a little positioning, his tip is nudging me open. He’s right—I do feel swollen, and it’s harder for him to push inside. I grit my teeth and try to lower myself, but it hurts a little. Rafe moves his hand off his base and starts stroking my clit. I jerk a few times from how sensitive I am, but he keeps slowly circling his finger. His other hand cups my breast and plays with my nipple, and that’s all it takes to have me circling my hips, searching for more.
When he guides himself into me, there’s a slight burn, but it feels good. My breath huffs out of me on a whoosh when I sink all the way down. I plant my hands on his chest, ready to lift, but Rafe tilts his head back and swallows. I’ve never seen anything so damn beautiful in my life.
I lean forward and lick his chest, tonguing his nipple as I caress his crown tattoo. The shift has him sliding partially out of me, so I swivel my hips, and he hisses out a breath. His fingers bite into my hips, and I’m suddenly thankful for all my experience on stage. My body knows how to move, even if I don’t.
I didn’t think I would be able to come again, but watching his reaction to me has me soaked with need. Rafe slits his eyes open, then abruptly sits up so our chests are smashed together. His arms wrap around my back like steel bands, locking me in place. I feel safe and cherished. “You’re gonna make me come too fast. I want to be inside you all night.”
“Please come,” I beg softly. “I want to know I can make you feel like you make me feel.”
Rafe groans and lies down, taking me with him. I plant my knees on the bed and slowly rock forward. As I start to move, he tilts his head back again, exposing his throat. I feel the vibrations of his soft moans leave his chest. I lean back so he’s deep inside me and really start working my hips. Within seconds, the muscles along his shoulders and neck tighten, and he groans long and deep. His breath hitches when I keep up my slow roll, and I can feel his release making everything slick and slippery.
Nowthatmakes me feel powerful. I did that. I reduced this man to his rawest form. I lower my head to his chest and place my ear over his heart, listening to the heavy, rapid thump that is so similar to my own beating heart.
I curl up on his chest, not even feeling bad that I’m probably making it hard for him to breathe. I just need to touch him right now, and this is as close to him as I can get. Rafe strokes his fingers tenderly over my back, sweeping down to my butt. I shiver a few times, and my breath catches at the unexpected pleasure it brings.
At some point, he must shift me. I’m half asleep already, but it doesn’t stop me from reaching for him to make sure he’s not leaving. I know I should get up and go pee, but I’m way too comfortable to worry about that. I’ll shower in the morning. I feel Rafe’s lips on my temple before I doze off.
Chapter 28
When I walk in the side door, it’s with my head hung. I have no regrets about last night, but that doesn’t mean I’m looking forward to seeing my mom’s face. She was still in her room when Rafe left for the day and I escaped into the barn. Thankfully, her room is on the other side of the house, and I know she wouldn’t have heard us last night, but I’m certain she knows he stayed over.
“Hey, babe.” She greets me like nothing has changed, even though I feel like so much has.
“Hey, Ma. I’m gonna wash up.” I nod to the stairs, indicating my room. I never did get that shower this morning. Not facing her was more important than hygiene.
“Okay, want me to make us some lunch?” she offers, sounding overly chipper.
“That sounds great.” I still don’t make eye contact when I dash up to my bathroom. I hear her snicker behind me, and it makes me stomp up the stairs even faster.
After my shower, I plop onto the bed and reach for my phone. Now’s as good a time as ever to talk with Gwen and clear the air between us. When her voicemail picks up, I hang up and shoot her a text.
Me:Call me when you have a second.
I doa quick check of my social media to see if anyone has messaged me about lessons. If I can’t get a steady group, I’m going to have to find a job, and I really don’t want to be a server at a restaurant, but it’s not like I have tons of other skills.
I unwrap my towel and leave it on my bed to get dressed. My phone rings before I even make it over to my dresser to get a pair of panties.
From across the room, I can see the picture of Rafe licking his lips after taking a drink of lemonade. I should be embarrassed I changed it to something so suggestive, but I’m not. Abandoning my hunt for underclothes, I reach for the phone and hit the green icon then tap the speaker.
“Hello?”
“What are you up to?” His voice is deep, sexy.
It crosses my mind to tell him I’m about to eat lunch, but then I have a more appealing idea. “I just got out of the shower,” I offer, hoping it’s enough to keep him intrigued or at least asking questions.
He lets out a hum in response.
“What are you doing?”
“Thinking about you.”
“Not bored yet then?” I tease.
“Hardly. You just got out of the shower?”
