But the need stayed coiled tight in my core as the heat grew molten.
“Please,” I whimpered, rocking against his hard length, my sex aching with the thought of him buried deep inside me.
That sexy rumble moved through Raff again, this time vibrating into me, making my belly go liquid.
He balanced his weight, reaching out toward the nightstand for his wallet and digging through it.
I lost him for the barest of seconds as he protected us before he was pressing against me again, slotting himself between my thighs.
Every second stretched long, giving me time to absorb every touch, brush, sigh.
His nose slid against mine before his lips were on mine again and all thoughts slipped loose, one by one.
My hips shifted, rocked, drawn to the heat and need between us.
Raff lifted up, his warm gaze on me as he adjusted his hips and I finally felt the tip of him press firmly against me.
My heart skipped.
My breath caught.
Then he pressed into me, a low growl rumbling in his chest as I stretched around him, taking him inch by inch.
I sank into the feeling of him, the warmth, therightness.
“Raff,” I whimpered as he settled deep inside.
“Call me by my name when you moan for me,” he murmured, his hips rocking, dragging a ragged whimper out of me.
He moved like he wanted to memorize me, each slow thrust unraveling me a little more.
My body arched, bowed, silently begged for more as my hands drifted greedily over his shoulders and down his back. My heels dug into his ass as my hips rose to meet each thrust, getting faster by the moment.
I moved against him, needy and restless.
My grip flexed on him, guiding him harder, deeper.
The pleasure tightened, deep and merciless, as he drove me right to the breaking point.
“Rafe,” I cried as the first pulse started—hard and deep, before the pleasure overwhelmed me completely, leaving me moaning, shaking, soaring.
Raff’s forehead pressed to mine as he drove into me through it, giving me every bit of pleasure my body had to offer, then surging deep and groaning as he came with me.
His weight pressed into me afterward, his face buried in my neck as my arms and legs tightened around him, some part of me afraid that if I let go of him, I’d let go of the moment, of the intimacy we’d found after many long, need-filled days.
Our heartbeats and breathing slowed down together until, finally, Raff pressed a soft kiss to my neck before pulling out of my hold and sliding away from me.
I watched him walk into the bathroom, partly closing the door. I sat up, feeling deliciously sore and sluggish all over.
But with that was an unexpected sinking sensation in my chest. It was like some part of me was losing him already. Because the rational part of me knew that the loss was inevitable. As much as we might click on more superficial levels, our core desires and ambitions couldn’t be more different.
By the time Raff came back out of the bathroom, I was pulling my pants back into place.
For a split second, I saw something raw and sliced open on his face before he threw on that easygoing playboy smirk of his.
“I know that look,” he said as he watched me. My stomach tensed. “That’s your ‘I want sushi’ face.”
The weirdest part was… I did want sushi.
