Page 43 of About That Pact

“You okay?” he asked breathlessly.

“I feel amazing,” she choked out.

He pulled out, then thrust back in. Over and over and over again. His one hand moved between their bodies, and he rubbed her where she was desperate for him. Another orgasm swept over her, and after a few more thrusts, Rafe groaned into the side of her neck with his own release.

He moved off her, both panting, out of breath, laying on their backs. Neither of them said a word. Which made sense to her. Not only had they crossed a line they’d been tiptoeing around for the past couple months, it had been life changing. It was a lot to digest.

She wasn’t sure how to break the silence, so she went with humor. “You’ve improved since the first time we had sex.”

He chuckled. “Thanks. I would hate to have the same skills I had when I was twenty-one.”

“Fair. I mean, my first time could have only been better if it had been in a bed. That, and not fearing someone from one of our families would find us.”

He opened his arms so she could roll to her side and cuddle close to him, which she did. “I was scared of that too. Your dad and your brother would have killed me.”

“If it’s any consolation, tonight you might have officially ruined me for any other man.”

“There is no might about it.” He bit her shoulder, making her moan. “You are ruined for someone else.”

WHEN SHE WOKE up the next morning, a muscular arm held her snuggly in place. Her back was against Rafe’s stomach, and his arm was draped over her. A smile crept over her face as she cuddled in closer to him. Last night had been amazing. She was sore in all the right places and ready for more.

Which was a new thing for her.

She wasn’t a person who always wanted to have sex, let alone morning sex. She hadn’t even brushed her teeth yet.

Gross.

Maybe she could sneak out of bed, brush her teeth, then slide back without him noticing.

She tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but his arm tightened around her.

“Where, seriously, are you going this early in the morning?” Rafe’s gruffy voice quizzed her.

“How do you know it’s early?”

He shifted, and his hardness jabbed against her butt. How he was already hard, she didn’t care. Morning sex was happening. Brushing teeth was no longer a priority.

“You’ve had an internal alarm clock for six-thirty since you were ten,” he mumbled against her neck. “I made an educated guess. Again, why are you getting out of bed?”

“It was to brush my teeth,” she informed him. She pushed her ass against his cock, wanting nothing more than to feel Rafe inside her again. The way they moved together, the way they were able to read what each other needed…sex with him was amazing, earth-shattering.

Rafe moved to the side, and she heard foil ripping. Who knew the sound of a condom opening could make someone so giddy?

THIS TIME AROUND, she ripped the band-aid off. Which meant, she just got out of bed instead of contemplating it. After their morning sex, Rafe fell back asleep.

She brushed her teeth and went into the kitchen. On Sunday mornings, she treated herself and made pancakes. Even with Rafe sleeping in her bed, she wasn’t stopping her routine. Moving around the kitchen, she pulled out all the ingredients to make chocolate chip pancakes. She was sure she’d burned a lot of calories in the past twelve hours, so she was loading up on syrup.

Rafe walked into the kitchen and stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her while she flipped a pancake on the griddle.

“I hope you don’t mind I fished through your bathroom and found a spare toothbrush,” he nibbled on her ear.

She turned her head to the side to look at him. “I don’t mind. However, this means I get to go through your stuff too.”

He gave her a quick kiss before backing away so she could finish making breakfast. “Feel free. I don’t have anything to hide.”

“Same,” she told him, bringing their plates of pancakes to the dining room table.

Rafe dug in quickly as soon as they sat down. “I could get used to this.”