“All you had to do was ask,” he apprises.
His mouth covers my clit as his fingers fuck me, pumping more ferociously than before. He sucks and licks, taking his fill, as if he doesn’t know when he’ll get the chance to again.
Quicker than before, my orgasm builds to heights I’ve never experienced. When I glance down, his penetrating, blue eyes meet my hooded ones as he sucks my clit, drawing out my release. With his name on my lips, I dive head first over the edge, my legs clamping around his head as if to never let him go. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me as dizzying sensations make my mind swim, leaving me breathless, shattered, and so thoroughly sated. So thoroughly mouth-fucked.
As I come back down to Earth, I try to calm my ragged breathing. Looking down, I see him watching me, desire still lurking behind his eyes. I barely have time to recover before he rises, covering my body with his as he takes my mouth in a kiss that leaves me as breathless as that mind-blowing orgasm did.
“You taste even better than I expected,” he whispers, a hand coming up to cup my cheek. “You are exquisite and you don’t even know it.”
His lips press to mine, softly this time, and for the first time, I can taste myself. It’s foreign but entirely arousing. I want more. My tongue darts out to lick his lips. All too soon, he pulls back, grinning down at me.
“I’m glad you agree, baby, but leave me something to get through the rest of the night,” he insists, pushing against me so I can feel his hard erection.
I smile dreamily, my body languid and boneless from the aftereffects of his touch. I’m more sated than I’ve ever been in my entire life.
“Okay,” I respond, sliding my hand between us until it presses against his hard length. “I can do more than leaves traces on your lips. Now, it’s time for you to give me something.”
His brow lifts as amusement crosses his face. “Didn’t I just do that?” he asks.
“Absolutely. And I’m extremely thankful. So thankful, in fact, that I want to reciprocate,”
I tell him, licking my lips in anticipation of getting a taste of him.
He leans in and presses a quick kiss to my lips before stepping back and adjusting himself. “We’ll have time for that,” he promises, “but this, tonight, was all about you, Brie. I wanted to make you feel good . . . The way you deserve.”
“Well, then, mission accomplished,” I say, jumping off the counter. Lifting up on my toes, I wrap my arms around his neck and gaze up into his eyes. “Thank you, Rafe. You have no idea—I had no idea—just how much I needed that. I hope you’ll let me repay the favor soon.”
His eyes darken as he unhooks my arms and takes hold of my hands. “There’s nothing to repay. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. I did this because I wanted to—I wanted you. Not because I wanted you to owe me. So if—no, when—you’re finally in my bed, it will be because you want to be, not because you feel obligated. You’ll never be an obligation to me.”
His words warm my heart, and I nearly melt at how different he is. How alive and desired he makes me feel. I want to jump into his arms and beg him to take me, but I maintain control, telling myself that he’s right. I deserve this, and tonight, I want to bask in the way he made me feel.
“I believe you. More than that, I trust you. You have no reason to be helping me, yet here you are.”
He nods. “And here I’ll stay. For as long as you let me. All I ask is you let me in.”
“I think I already have,” I whisper.
“Are you sure? Is this what you want?”
“I think so,” I tell him, my voice soft and shaky.
His hand comes up and he trails a long finger along my cheek. “Soon, you’ll know. And I’ll wait until then.” He leans down and gives me a long, slow, sensual kiss, pulling away all too quickly. “I’ll see you in the morning, Brie,” he says before pressing a quick kiss to my forehead.
The intimate, sweet gesture sends my heart into a tailspin, and instead of flinging myself at him like I want to, my eyes land on the package and I move to it to calm my racing nerves.
However, when I rip it open, my nerves tremble, and I freeze when I pull out a pair of panties matching the ones I found in Adrian’s pocket. This pair, however, is black and brand new, still sporting the tags that highlight the ridiculous expense. More than he’d ever spent on me, even.
As I finger the material, the emotional turmoil from the past few days becomes too much. Tears well in my eyes as I realize Adrian really is the bastard he’s been for the past few months, not the man he portrayed himself to be in the beginning. How could I have been so stupid?
I look up and take deep breaths, trying to calm myself down, to keep from losing it. How much more can I take from him until I’m at my breaking point? Or am I already there? My heart pounds as I glance farther into the package and spot a note. I pull it out, not wanting to read the words, but curiosity gets the better of me.
Just how much trouble is it worth?
He’s testing me. Taunting me. Almost baiting me into leaving him as both of us know it will be a tremendous amount of trouble. I close my eyes, taking a long, slow, deep breath. “I can’t do this,” I whisper to myself.
All of a sudden, the note’s ripped from my hands, and I open my eyes just in time to see that Rafe directly in front of me. I gasp as he hauls me up into his arms, shocking me by the way he pulls me close. He’s offering comfort in his embrace as he holds me tight and buries his face in my hair. Slowly, I bring my arms up and clutch his shirt, taking everything he’s giving. Wondering where this man has been and how is it that he’s shown up when apparently I need him the most. This isn’t sensual; it’s solace.