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)
Rafe growled as if he could feel every inch of my reaction, and his other hand dipped between us, his thumb finding the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. I jerked at his touch, on sensory overload as he tugged ruthlessly at my nipple, scraping his teeth over it before licking and sucking.
The tension coiled tight in my womb and I dug my fingers into his strong shoulders as he moved his mouth to my left breast and treated my other nipple to the same.
I shattered, crying out his name as I came, shuddering on his lap as he laved and licked at my breasts until every inch of me was wrung out with the orgasm.
“Wallet,” he breathed harshly against my chest.
It took me a second for the word to compute and then I searched around for it frantically. Thankfully, it was still on the bed by my pillow. Rafe turned to follow my gaze and stretched out to get it without dislodging me. He gripped my ass to keep me in place and his fingers slipped, making me shiver.
He grabbed his wallet and shot me a fiery look.
Then he was kissing me again, this time harder, more demanding, as he blindly took out a condom. We broke the kiss in order for him to tear the wrapper and then I was lifting my hips in anticipation as he rolled it on. The man had barely secured himself when I rose up over him, guided his tip in, then slammed down.
We moaned against each other’s lips before our mouths met fully. Our kiss was desperate, needful as I rose again and came down. I clung to his shoulders, flooded with feeling. The overwhelming fullness of him inside me, the hard grip he had on my ass while his other hand squeezed and molded my breast with just the right amount of pressure. I leaned back, breaking the kiss, but only so his cock thrust into me at the most delicious angle. Only so I could watch him. I moved slowly, building toward an exquisite orgasm.
My eyes never left Rafe’s handsome face as I moved, feeling sexy and powerful beneath his gleaming gaze, watching the way his nostrils flared as he lingered on my breasts and the way his eyes dropped to watch me ride him. He gripped me tight, urging me on; his jaw clenched as the heat between us increased and a light sheen of sweat coated our skin.
All I cared about in that moment was being this deeply connected to Rafe. And the growing pleasure low in my belly, the sound of our uncontrolled breaths and my mews of pleasure, the intoxicating scent of sex.
Our eyes met and I moved on him, holding his gaze. There wasn’t just passion and need in his eyes. There was tenderness and awe.
We were making love.
That knowledge was my undoing. My orgasm came upon me suddenly and I came around him, my stomach muscles rippling with the release, my inner muscles squeezing him tight.
“Fuck.” Rafe’s hold turned almost bruising. Then he arched his neck and groaned long and hard as I felt him throb inside me.
Eventually he let out a sharp exhalation, opening his eyes, chest rising and falling quickly as he stared at me as if he’d seen nothing like me before.
Suffice to say, making love to Rafe Whitman was the best damn thing I’d ever experienced. By the look of wonder in his eyes, it was the best damn sex of his life too.
I pressed a soft kiss to his lips and whispered, “What now?”
He wrapped his arms around me, crushing me to him, and the movement made us both draw in a breath because he was still inside me. “I’d like to stay the night.”
No guy had ever stayed the night. “What if I snore?”
“You don’t. I would have heard you that night at my apartment. But even if you did, I’d still like to stay the night.”
A happy smile prodded my lips, one I tried to hide but couldn’t, and Rafe’s eyes glinted warmly. “Okay. You’re staying the night.”
After we’d cleaned up, we’d gotten into my bed and I felt all of sixteen again, watching his big body slide under my duvet. As soon as I got in, Rafe pulled me to him. He was a cuddler.
I’d never been cuddled in my sleep before, so I wasn’t sure how I’d handle it, but I found it was just like that night at my parents’ house except better. I enjoyed falling asleep with my head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath my ear. I liked how warm and safe and wanted he made me feel.
Even better, I enjoyed waking up just before dawn to the feel of his tongue on my clit, to the orgasm that shattered me into full consciousness before he thrust inside me and brought me to my second orgasm.