Moaning against his mouth, I hook my legs around him, my thighs squeezing his waist as I push myself impossibly closer. The heat of his body seeps into mine, warming me on the inside and outside, and I feel the thundering of his heart against my chest as I press mine to his. My own heart is going crazy, even more when he slides a hand to my waist and yanks me against him so we’re flush, unable to slide a single piece of paper between us.
Smiling helplessly against his mouth, I pull back only enough to murmur against him, “You love me.”
“I already regret telling you,” he counters, and I catch the flicker of amusement mingling with the now very obvious love I see filling his eyes the longer he looks at me.
I nip his lower lip before whispering, “Liar.”
He chuckles again, and my entire body tingles, a shiver racing down my spine while my legs tighten around him. With a soft smile fixed on his face, he quietly tells me, “I think I fell in love with you the moment I saw you in that stupid tub, folded in half like a wet piece of paper. I don’t think I was willing to admit it until I saw those photos, though.”
Well, hell, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. Because as far as confessions go, that’s the best one I’ve ever received in my life. Which almost makes me feel guilty, since there are three other guys I’ve fallen in love with who now have to compete with making my heart swoon as dangerously as Rayne has.
“They’re just photos. I only framed them,” I shrug, trying to downplay the importance of printing, framing, and hanging photos of all of us in my home.
He shakes his head slowly, blue eyes positively burning, and he disagrees. “You did more than that, mayhem. You made this place feel more like our home than just yours.”
The sincerity in his voice sends a bolt of lightning through me, and words fail me entirely. Instead, I kiss him again. I kiss him slowly, pouring all of my emotion into it. My fingers tighten around his hair, while his clench on my waist, and suddenly I’m all too aware of how alone we are.
It must hit Rayne at the same time, because the handsome devil pulls back with darkened eyes, a dangerous expression on his face as he growls, “Mayhem.”
“Mhm?” I answer like I’m in a fucking trance or something, my gaze dropping to his smiling lips for a long moment before returning to Rayne’s beautiful eyes.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he utters quietly.
Nodding mindlessly, I whisper, “I’m pretty sure I have some ideas.”
That gets me firmly pinned to the counter, and I laugh breathlessly as his mouth leaves a trail of kisses along my jaw, his warm hands sliding under the hem of my shirt just enough to short-circuit my brain.
“Rayne,” I whisper. Or moan. Or both? I can’t actually be sure, because the man is currently tracing his finger along the seam of my shorts while simultaneously scraping his teeth along the crook of my neck.
He makes a rough sound low in his throat that nearly ruins me, and another shiver wracks my body, my insides turning to mush while my nether region perks up like she isn’t getting laid regularly. Hell, at this rate, I can barely keep up. Not that I’m complaining. By God, would I never complain about such blessings.
I gasp when Rayne’s lips drag lower, the collar of my borrowed shirt falling over my shoulder and revealing a wholelot more chest for him to lavish with more drugging kisses, and I moan low in my throat when he sucks with every kiss he presses against me.
“Those sounds,” he mutters against my collarbone, right before he pulls back and those dark eyes bore into mine. “Lie back, mayhem.”
Swallowing, I do as I’m told, leaning back against the island counter with only my elbows to keep my balance.
I glance down the length of my body, a flood of arousal pooling between my legs at the sight of Rayne framed by my thighs and a sexy look on his face that promises sweet, delicious things for me.
His hands run up my thighs and over my shorts before tucking his fingers into the waistband of both the shorts and the thong I wore today. He peers up at me from beneath his dark lashes, takes a deep breath, and commands, “Hips up.”
Oh, fucking hell.
A flush of warmth rushes through me, and my hips are off the counter before I can take my next breath, an urgency in my movements that I can’t disguise. Not that it matters, because Rayne must feel the same, because he tears my shorts and panties away with one swoop of his hands.
The moment I’m bare from the waist down, the buttons of my shirt undone and revealing more skin than I remember revealing, Rayne wastes no time in dipping his head to press more wet kisses over my stomach, hips, and pubic bone. I gasp when his lips brush over the crease of my leg, so close to where I’m suddenly desperate for him, yet so painfully far that I cry out when he teases my flesh instead of giving me what my body needs.
Chuckling against me, he mutters, “Sorry if this sucks. You’re the first woman I’ve ever gone down on, and I plan onyou being the last, so I should practice to make sure you stick around.”
Oh my God. Not only is the man teasing me with his lips, his tongue is spitting jokes that make me grin down at him, and I swear he’s the sexiest I’ve ever seen him. With that grin, the cheeky words, and his dark hair tousled on his head, Rayne is literally a wet dream come to life.
Nodding seriously, I tell him, “Practice definitely makes perfect. Take as much time as you need. You have free rein to do whatever the hell you want.”
“Dangerous,” he mutters, right before the bastard delves between my thighs and swipes a languid lick of his tongue through my folds.
He does it again, and I moan loudly, my head falling back as pleasure whips through my body like the harsh winds from a spiraling tornado. I gasp when he pays close attention to my clit, my body jerking away from him before I push closer, needing more, and the little laugh he releases against me sends vibrations through my body in such a way that it has me crying out.
“Fuck, Rayne,” I gasp, my words ending on yet another needy little moan when he suckles my clit before releasing it and dragging his tongue to my already wet opening.
