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)
I was totally naked and vulnerable to him.
Rafe took his time studying me. His cock strained harder toward him, and there was that sexy but also adorable flush high on his cheeks. When his blue eyes met mine, I inhaled sharply at the raw need in them.
“My fantasy doesn’t even begin to live up to the reality of you,” he confessed in that low, rumbling voice. “I’ve never laid eyes on anything so beautiful.”
Tears burned my eyes. “Rafe . . .” I didn’t know what to say. How did a person respond to the most epic compliment ever given? And who would have thought that brooding guy I’d met all those months ago could be such a romantic? “You’re beautiful too.”
He didn’t seem to know what to do with that, so he just smiled.
“Can I touch you?”
He swallowed hard again. “You don’t have to ask.”
“I . . . I want to touch you without you touching me.”
“So, basically, you want to torture me?”
I laughed softly. “Not intentionally.” I approached him slowly and as his eyes fell to my breasts, his breathing increased. His fists clenched at his sides. I stopped before him and reached out to press my palms to his pecs. Rafe took in a deep breath as our eyes met. I’d never had any man look at me the way he looked at me. Like he might die if he didn’t touch me. Yet he didn’t reach for me.
He gave me this.
Lightly trailing my fingertips over his skin, I memorized the contours of his chest, my thumbs stroking over his hard nipples. My touch made his abdominal muscles flex in response. I brushed my lips over a nipple and he shuddered, so I licked it and he lifted his arms before he remembered himself and lowered them again.
I teased his other nipple as my hands coasted up his chest and along his strong shoulders and down his arms. Then I kissed lower, soft, wet kisses down his six-pack.
Rafe’s breathing was loud and shallow now. “Star . . .”
I followed his happy trail with my mouth, avoiding his arousal as it strained up for some lovin’. Smiling to myself, I lowered to my knees, feeling the sharp V-cut of his hips and smoothing my hands down his lightly furred thighs until I was eye level with his cock.
“Star—fuck!” he grunted as his scorching hardness passed between my lips, and I felt his thighs tense under my fingertips. My tongue trailed along a vein on the underside of his cock and his breathing stuttered before seeming to stop entirely when I sucked, bobbing my head so my mouth slid excruciatingly slowly up and down his length.
Rafe still didn’t touch me.
I looked up at him, and I could tell he was losing it. A war clearly written on his face. He wanted this but— “You have to stop or I’m going to come,” he choked out.
I released him with a smug smile. “That’s kind of the point.”
Rafe shook his head, clearly dazed. “No, I want to be inside you when I come again.”
Deciding that teasing him any further was cruel, I kissed my way up his body. Then I tilted my head back as I leaned my naked body against his, his arousal digging into my stomach. “Your turn.”
He took my hand with a nod and then walked around me, leading me back to the bed. Rafe sat down on the edge and then reached for my waist. For a second, he paused, smoothing his rough hands along my curves as he drank me in. Then he arranged me on his lap so I straddled him, my knees just touching the bed on either side of him.
He kissed me.
Rafe’s kiss was slow, exploring, our tongues tangling in a mimic of what our bodies wanted to do. I crushed my breasts to his hard chest, needing to be closer, needing friction, needing the kiss to be impossibly deeper. Rafe held me tight, his hands smoothing down my back and over the rise of my ass as we devoured each other’s mouths.
He broke the kiss, his gaze lowering to my breasts, and then he cupped me in his big, beautiful hands. I arched my back, my nipples pebbling, eager for his touch. When his thumbs brushed them, I shuddered, a sigh escaping from between my lips. My breasts were supersensitive, which I’d only recently discovered wasn’t something all women experienced. Kendall said hers weren’t particularly effective at getting her off, but I loved having my breasts touched. Having Rafe touch them was a fantasy come true.
My hips squirmed with need as he rolled my nipples between his fingers and thumbs, his gaze fascinated, as if my response thrilled him. Then he bent his head and covered my right nipple with his mouth, and I cried out as sensation scored down my belly and my clit pulsed.