“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, Bailey,” he rasped darkly.
His words sounded so sincere, almost as though a sense of wonder had pushed them past his lips.
“Christ Almighty,” he whispered when he stopped directly in front of her. “I’ve thought about you for so long.” His eyes lowered to her bare breasts. “About all the dirty things I wanna do with you.”
Her breath shuddered in and out of her lungs, her hands trembling as desire slammed into her.
She wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come as she waited for him to touch her. The next thing she knew, her back was against the wall, and Rafe was kneeling before her. Their height difference was never as apparent as it was now when he was on his knees, his eyes level with her breasts.
“Spread your legs.”
When she did, he cupped her breasts firmly, his forearms pressed against her hips.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, grabbing for his head when his lips covered her nipple. “Rafe…”
A deep rumble sounded from his chest, and Bailey held on for dear life as he devoured her, his lips and tongue rasping against her nipple, sending her skyrocketing toward the edge of that cliff. Just a little more, and she would be hurdled right over into the abyss.
“Rafe … I’m gonna …” Her pussy clenched, her clit throbbed, and when he sucked her fully into his mouth, she detonated.
The orgasm came out of nowhere, unexpected because he wasn’t touching her anywhere else. Only his mouth on her breasts. But it was enough to make her body quake and tremble.
“Oh, fuck, you’re so sweet,” he moaned, lifting his head and finding her mouth with his. “You drive me fuckin’ crazy, Bailey. So fuckin’ crazy.”
Yeah. She knew the feeling. It was a desperate ache, a hunger so powerful, it depleted the senses, made you forget everything except sating the urge.
When she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, wanting to get him naked, Rafe stopped her, nipping her lower lip.
“Not yet, darlin’. I’m not done yet.”
“I need you, Rafe. I need to feel you inside me.”
A feral growl sounded from him as he put his hand behind her knee and lifted her right leg, angling it outward. When he tugged her panties aside, Bailey flattened her palms on the wall to keep herself steady, watching as he leaned in and pressed a kiss beneath her belly button. He shifted, sinking lower until she felt his warm breath on her clit. Her body clenched, her muscles locked, and she tried to hold still even as she shook from the inside out. She stared down at him as his head dipped, and his tongue teased her clit lightly, then more firmly. He worked her like that until her head spun and her pussy squeezed painfully hard, desperate to be filled.
He paused for a moment, releasing her leg so he could pull her panties off. Then he was there, lifting her leg, opening her to his mouth once more. It was all she could do to remain standing, her other leg weakening as he brought her closer and closer to another orgasm.
Heat blasted through her when he fused his lips to her clit, suckling the sensitive nub until she was jerking and twitching, dangerously close to coming again. And when he pushed two fingers inside her, Bailey exploded.
When she screamed his name, the only thing that mattered was the brilliant heat that flooded her veins and the ecstasy that consumed her.
Chapter Seventeen
Rafe could hardly breathe for wanting Bailey.
His cock throbbed as he stood, yanking the button on his jeans free, jerking the zipper down. He wasted no time lifting her off her feet, using the wall to balance her weight before he slammed inside her.
“Oh, God!” she screamed as her legs wrapped around his hips. “Fuck me, Rafe! Fuck me. Please … don’t stop.”
Rafe fucked her.
Hard.
Right there against the wall. He probably should’ve carried her to his bed, eased her down gently. He couldn’t. This need for her had multiplied tenfold every month, year after year. At this point, the only thing he wanted was the tight clasp of her cunt on his cock. She was so wet, so fucking hot.
“Rafe … yes…” She grunted with every driving thrust, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she held herself still, accepting him deep inside.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he had forgotten something, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
“More,” she hissed. “Harder, Rafe. Fuck me harder.”
