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)
Watching him roll it on, I started to second-guess whether he would fit even as I squirmed with anticipation.
“Of course you’re hung like a horse,” I commented breathlessly. “You never do anything in half measures.”
Rafe fought his laughter as he crawled back over me and pinned my wrists to the bed. I moaned at the sensation of being held down as he nudged between my legs. No man had ever made me feel so fragile and feminine as Rafe did, but I found I actually liked the sensation in bed. I liked our differences a lot.
His amusement disappeared at my obvious arousal, and he pushed inside, holding my gaze.
My desire for him eased his way considerably, but I still felt an exquisite burn of pressure as he slowly filled me.
“Fuck.” He squeezed his eyes closed as if he was in pain. “You feel amazing.”
Then he retreated and the friction was delicious. “Rafe,” I gasped. “Faster, harder.”
He took direction extremely well.
His grip on my wrists tightened as he bowed his head into my neck and began to thrust.
My thighs squeezed against his hips, the friction of his jeans against my bare skin erotic beyond bearing, as that coiling tension inside me sprang so tight with only a few drives of his cock inside me. I came on a loud, shocked cry of sensation as my inner muscles clenched and unclenched around him.
“Star, Star, fuck,” he panted, and then he stiffened seconds before he groaned in release, his hips shuddering between my thighs.
My inner muscles continued to flutter around him as I stared up at the ceiling in disbelief.
I’d come too quickly, but I’d come hard.
Still, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough.
“I want you again,” I whispered.
Rafe released my wrists and I lowered my arms to slip my hands under his T-shirt, finding his skin fevered and slightly damp. He lifted his head, bracing himself on his hands to hold his body off me, and he slowly slid out. I moaned, and his expression turned searing.
“Give me a minute. And then we’re doing it right the second time.”
I smiled saucily. “The first time felt pretty damn right to me.”
He grinned before pressing a sweet kiss to my lips. Then he said, “I have fantasized about kissing every inch of your body for weeks. We didn’t even get our clothes off.”
“It was still hot.”
“I think the last time I came that fast I was a teenager,” he joked. “So yeah, it was hot.” He rolled off me. I sat up to watch him cross the room and disappear into my bathroom to deal with the condom. When he returned, I took in his mussed hair and flushed skin and desperately wanted to see all of him naked. I pushed off the bed, the skirts of my dress falling down, and as I stood, I realized I hadn’t even taken off my shoes.
Rafe watched me prowl toward him with a hooded gaze that promised he was about to devour me. I shivered, quite happy to be devoured. But first things first.
“Take your clothes off,” I ordered quietly as I stopped so there was enough space between us that I could enjoy the entire show.
Rafe obliged. He whipped his T-shirt off first. Then his shoes and socks. His eyes never left mine as he pushed his jeans and boxers down his legs. He was hard again as he kicked himself free of his clothes. Standing before me, completely unabashed by his nakedness, he allowed me to look my fill. I took a moment to sear the sight of him into my memory. Such a broad chest and shoulders, so defined and muscular and masculine. Thick thighs and well-formed calves. Long, long legs.
My heart raced at the sight of him. I’d never dated a guy who looked after his body quite like Rafe looked after his, and while I’d never considered myself a shallow person, I was most definitely delighted by the fruits of his labor.
“Now it’s your turn.”
I shook. Not with sexual nerves. I liked sex and had few hang-ups about it. Besides, we’d already popped the lid on that. No, I shook with nerves because taking it slow allowed my mind to slow. To remember that this wasn’t just some guy I was attracted to and using to scratch an itch.
This was Rafe.
And I wanted what we had to be something more.
For the first time since my first time, I wanted to make love.
Wow.
Big night.
With trembling fingers, I untied the ties of my dress, the ones Rafe had trouble with earlier, and let it fall to the floor. I stepped out of it in only my underwear and my wedged heels. Rafe’s eyes mapped every inch of me. He swallowed hard. I deliberately turned around as I bent over to take off my shoes and Rafe groaned loudly. When I straightened, I held his eyes as I unclipped my bra and let it drop. Finally, I took out the pins holding my hair up, dropping them to the floor without a care, as I shook my hair until it fell down my back.