Page 42 of About That Pact

“It’s not like it’s the ha-ha type of laugh,” her voice trembled at his nearness.

“Relieving you don’t think I’m a comedy show,” he closed the space between them. “I can’t do this. I need more.”

CHARLOTTE GASPED WHEN his hands grasped the back of her head. It was going to happen. Finally. Rafe was going to kiss her again.

It was like she had been waiting for this and hadn’t even known it. This man had succeeded in making her want him again. There was no turning back at this point.

He gripped her head back, and his heated eyes roamed over her face. She happily accepted what was about to happen. She nodded in an effort to let him know she wanted this too. This was more than a kiss. They were about to cross the line they hadn’t crossed since she was eighteen.

“Why would you say someone else was here,” he commanded, gripping her hair in his hand so tightly, it almost hurt.

“Does it matter?” she breathed out.

It was a defining question between them. Did the prospective of kissing someone else make a difference?

He looked up at the ceiling in frustration. His eyes met hers again, and they were on fire. “Fuck yes it matters. I’m at a loss here. I don’t want to play this game anymore. Not with you.”

“I don’t either,” she replied, getting more and more hot and bothered as the seconds passed.

“Charlie, say it,” he gritted out, holding her in place. “Do you want me? Are you ready for this?”

Her arms stretched around his back, needing to touch him. “God, yes, Rafe. I need you.”

He leaned toward her, closing the space between them. His lips captured hers in a demanding, punishing kiss. His tongue pushed through her lips, marking her. She slashed back at him, their kiss becoming a battle. When his hands traveled down to grasp her and lift her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Rafe finally moved them away from the front door, slamming it shut with a kick of his foot.

There was a fire blazing between them, and it was scorching hot. It was sexy and dangerous. It was desperate and needy. It was the most exhilarating time with a man she’d ever had. This experience was going to ruin her—and they still had their clothes on. The moved from her living room, lips still connected, hands still grabbing at each other.

“Fuck,” he stopped in her hallway, leaning her back against the wall. “I need to fuck you. If you want to stop, tell me.”

She yanked at her shirt to take it off. “If you want to stop, you tell me,” she sassed back at him.

“I’m never going to stop,” he seductively threatened in her ear before biting the lobe.

Stepping back from her, he pulled his shirt off with one hand. His defined stomach was something to gawk at. Her hands grazed over his muscle, loving how toned he was. Her nipples instantly went hard with desire. It was all on display for him since she didn’t have a bra on.

“You are gorgeous,” he told her, kissing down her throat to her breasts. He licked one nipple while tugging on the other. Not to leave any of her skin untouched, he went to the other nipple, biting and kissing. He sucked on the skin under her nipple, and she arched into his touch.

“Oh my god,” Charlotte moaned.

It was like he couldn’t get enough of her. He nipped and licked down her stomach, biting softness as he explored her, making her skin. He kissed her pelvic bone while sliding her sweatpants and underwear off. Before she could tell him it wasn’t worth it, she never orgasmed from oral, his mouth consumed her. He was on his knees, destroying her wet opening. His tongue was relentless, stroking her clit as he pushed a finger inside her, overwhelming her with sensations. She became lightheaded and didn’t even care if it meant she might fall over because his mouth was doing amazing things.

He added another finger, moving back and forth. The intensity of all the sparks throbbing through her were devastatingly good. Not concerned about her still standing, Rafe lifted one of her legs over his shoulder to get more room to taste her.

Clutching his hair, she moaned, urging him to keep going. His fingers did a come here motion inside her, and it was like fireworks exploded. Her orgasm was so powerful, she clenched around his fingers, moaning his name and shaking in the aftermath.

Rafe picked her up before she could slide down the wall to the floor. He flopped her over his shoulder fireman-style, taking the few more steps required to get to her bedroom. He dropped her onto the bed, his eyes frantic with need. They stared at each other, almost as if they were silently acknowledging this was going to change the course of their friendship. And it didn’t matter. Charlotte needed Rafe like she needed to breathe.

“You’re all I can think about,” he admitted gruffly while stripping off his pants.

She was still in the afterglow from the orgasm in the hallway, so she only nodded in agreement.

He didn’t take his eyes off her as he stroked his large hard-on before putting a condom on.

Laying on top of her, his forehead touched hers. For a moment, their eyes connected, and she shivered at the intensity of his gaze.

His lips crashed down on hers, claiming her as his. She felt branded when he thrust deeply inside her and stilled. Charlotte winced at the slight pain as she adjusted to him. Rafe didn’t move as he lightly kissed the soft skin on her neck.