He closes the distance between us and pulls me back, allowing me to feel his arousal, which is thick and straining against his jeans. Against my ass.
“You’ve picked a helluva time to be ready, baby,” he groans as his mouth finds my neck. He rains kisses along the curve, up my jaw, until his lips hover just above my ear. “You’re driving me insane. I’m ready to explode, but dammit, Brie. I’m not taking you in this trailer, bent over a desk. Not the first time I’m inside you. You deserve more than that, but, Jesus Christ, I don’t know how I can keep my cool.”
Tipping my neck to give him further access, I close my eyes and enjoy his touch. It’s a sweet sentiment, but I don’t want his chivalry. “I’m not asking you to be a gentleman, Rafe. I’m not fragile or delicate. I want this. I want you. Now, here in this trailer. We have time for beds and romance later. Right now, I want you to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before. I’ve imagined it all day, waiting and wondering when you were going to come in and take me. It’s killing me, too.”
He presses up against me, his hands finding my waist as he whispers against my neck. “You are so goddamned beautiful. A fucking treasure I want to worship.”
My body reacts to him in ways it hasn’t reacted in months. Well, except for last night. I can’t remember the last time I felt this way. Almost coveted. He’s the very definition of desire, and even though I never thought I’d be doing this so quickly after trying to leave Adrian, lust has no mercy. And neither does Rafe as he slowly drags a hand up my bare thighs, under my skirt, and over my ass.
My nipples tighten as his hand moves away from my ass and slides around my waist, moving higher until it curves over the swell of my breast, cupping it with his large hand.
“Are you wet, Brie? Do you like when I touch you? Does it turn you on?”
I push back in response, grinding my ass against his erection, giving him my answer.
“Is that a yes?” he asks, his voice husky. He moves his free hand to the space between my thighs. Then he cups my * through the crotchless material, groaning when the evidence of my arousal coats his hand. “God, I love knowing that you’re wearing these for me. I would’ve waited as long as you needed, but I’m so fucking grateful you’re ready now. Is this what you want? Do you want me to fuck you in those sexy crotchless panties, taking you from him once and for all?”
“Y-yes . . .” I barely manage the whisper as his finger slides up and down in slow succession until I’m gasping and panting, my hips circling as I urge him to quicken his pace.
My head falls back against his chest as the hand on my breast moves to the other, caressing me, and kneading each one with equal measure. His cock is nestled in the curve of my ass, grinding into me. I press back against him, wanting him inside, aching for him to fill me like he promised the very first time we met. My hips rock in a circular fashion as he continues to stroke me. I’m oh so close to the edge, but unlike last night, I’m not allowing him to get me off with anything but his cock. I crave it, and if he doesn’t give it to me soon, I might burst.
“That feels so good, Rafe, and I love your hands on me, but please, I need you. I want you inside me. Now.”
With a low growl, he pulls his finger from my wetness and grips my hips. Then he turns me and pushes me up against the desk.
Butterflies fill my stomach with a violent flutter, and my heart races. God, am I really doing this? I wonder briefly before looking up into his piercing, blue eyes. He takes my hand and brings it up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss to it. The tightness of his control rattles me, and my heart skips a beat. The anticipation is killing me slowly.
“Are you positive you want to do this, Brie?” he asks. “I don’t want to push you until you really are ready.”
“Rafe,” I whisper, gazing up at him, my heart tightening. What was supposed to be a rebound is quickly turning into so much more, and I’m helpless to stop it. The concern he’s showing is wreaking havoc on my emotions. At the same time, I’m tired of his caution. “How many times do I have to say it? Yes. I want this. Don’t you? Want this? Want me?”
His thumb rubs smooth circles on my bare thighs, slowing inching my skirt up. “I’ve wanted this—you—since the very first day. One look, I wanted you. One taste, I was a goner. I’ll do anything you ask, Brie. Anything.”
His words cause my * to tighten with anticipation, and I can’t wait any longer.
“Then don’t make me wait any longer. Take me. Right here. Right now.”
He wastes no time as he bows his head and captures my mouth, his thumb and forefinger tilting my chin as he parts my lips and draws my tongue into his mouth, where he caresses and sucks, driving me wild. A flurry of longing and need whirls around like a cyclone, growing stronger by the second. My hands grasp his shoulders and draw him closer, deeper, wanting nothing between us.
His strong hands roam my body as he deepens the kiss, our tongues acquainting themselves as he grabs my ass and lifts me up, setting me on the desk.
Wasting no time, I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him in so our bodies are mashed together, smothering any inch of space between us. The sensation of his hard length straining against his jeans and my belly is enticing, and I moan in appreciation, anticipating our imminent coupling.
“Did you lock the door?” I ask before the last bit of my senses fades away in a fog of lust.
“Fuck yes. There’s no way I’d let any of these assholes see you like this. Only me, Brie.”
Nodding, I pant. “Yes, Rafe. Only you.”