Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
There’s no one but him.
Wow.
Was she right?
I thought about the last few months.
Had I even looked at another guy?
Nope.
I had not.
Double wow.
“This is an amazing thing for you, so just enjoy yourself, okay?” She threw her hands up with a whoop and danced.
Laughing at her energy, I shook off my worries, my overwrought emotions, and let the music take over.
We were on song two when I was spinning, hands in the air, my hips popping from side to side to the beat, and my gaze hit our table. Specifically, Rafe. My breath caught. He wasn’t engaged in conversation with the boys. All three of them were watching us. Well, Rafe was watching me.
A shiver skated down my spine at his hooded expression.
I spun slowly away from that magnetic stare and Kendall leaned in to say, “Holy shit, the way he’s looking at you. Every so-inclined person in this place wishes they were you right now.”
I laughed, feeling the thrill of my feminine power.
One of my favorite dance songs came on next, “No Lie” by Dua Lipa and Sean Paul. Kendall and I shared a high five because we both loved the track and then started moving with even more energy. It was a sexy freaking song and the chorus was the perfect rhythm of beats to pop your hips to.
I was so lost in the music, the feel of hands on my hips startled me, as did the heat at my back. But just as quickly, the scent of his cologne relaxed me, and I turned my head to the side and up to find Rafe. He moved his body into me, my ass to his crotch; his fingers tightened on my hips, and then he swayed his hips to the rhythm of the song.
Rafe Whitman was sexy-dancing with me.
I sucked in a breath, overtaken by the sensual spell he cast over me. The man could dance. He had rhythm. That said very good things about what he could do with that rhythm in bed.
His lips brushed the side of my neck as his fingers squeezed my hips with every sway to the left. His chest rose and fell and I could feel his breathing grow fast and shallow in line with mine. My nipples were taut beneath my bra, a pulse throbbed between my legs, and I was half convinced that if I didn’t get him alone soon I’d have sex with him right there on the dance floor.
He kissed my neck again and then trailed his lips up toward my ear. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” Rafe’s question was hoarse with need. “Or how much I want you?”
My mouth felt dry with thirst for him and I whirled in his arms, my hands resting on his chest as he gripped my hips again. Those denim-blue eyes were dark beneath the dim lights of the bar, but I could see the harshness etched into his features. The harshness of need. I shivered, fevered, my pulse racing so fast, I felt a little mindless. “We need to go back to my apartment. Right now.”
Rafe’s nostrils flared. “Let’s go.”
* * *
• • •
I’d barely gotten my apartment door open when he was on me. Rafe’s kisses were fervid, deep, so damn sexual every part of me was electrified. We practically fell inside and I slammed the door shut with my foot because my hands were occupied beneath Rafe’s T-shirt.
His skin was overheated and smooth, and I loved following the dips and curves of his muscular abs.
He groaned into my mouth as we stumbled backward toward my bed. Rafe tried to fumble with the complicated ties on the back of my dress and I broke out of the kiss to shake my head. “No time.” I needed him in me now.
I’d love to say that our first time was slow and tender, but there were months of pent-up sexual tension bursting at the seams between us. When I fell onto my bed and Rafe came down over me, so big and masculine and clearly wanting me, I just needed to be filled by him. To satisfy the hunger that had yawned between us for weeks.
Rafe was on board with that.
I pulled up the skirt of my dress as Rafe fell between my legs, and I bent my knees to hug his hips with my inner thighs. He held my sultry gaze as his fingers slipped beneath my underwear to try me. That flame in his eyes burned brighter at finding me wet. He grunted, and then he tore the lacy undies down my legs. I kicked them free, thighs spreading for him again.
The sound of Rafe pulling down the zipper on his jeans caused another flip of arousal deep in my belly. “Hurry,” I gasped, up on my elbows to watch him as he yanked his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans. He pushed them and his underwear just far enough down to release himself. “Oh.” A thick, throbbing erection of above-average size strained toward his stomach as he yanked a condom out of his wallet.