“Thank fucking Christ,” he whispers as his mouth crashes on mine, our tongues twisting and tangling, locked in a dueling battle of which we’ll both come out victorious.
His hands are frenzied as they cup first my ass, and then my breasts, wanting any and everything from me all at once, causing my body to come alive at his touch. My skin tingles, my nerve endings are on fire, and my thighs clench as I ache for him. I want him in me, on me, beneath me—and most of all, I want him inside me. To bury himself so deep, in a place no one ever has before.
“Make love to me, Rafe. Show me what you keep saying. Treasure me. Then, after”—I pause my request, looking up into his penetrating gaze—“take me.”
His eyes flare, and in those depths, I see the raw, primal man begging for release, if only for an instant. He masks it quickly, knowing what I need and more than willing to give it to me, even if it isn’t in his true nature.
It hits me light a bolt of lightning.
I’ve fallen for him.
Before I can catch my bearings, he lowers his head and kisses me, grinding against my pelvis with the evidence of his arousal, pleasing me that he’s ready for round two.
“I can’t believe you’re finally fucking here, Brie. I want to take this slow, to make this night perfect for you, but, Jesus, I can’t hold it in much longer.”
This whole night, our entire relationship, has been leading to this moment, and I don’t need any more foreplay. I’m burning for him, and I’m more than ready. “You don’t have to wait, Rafe. The whole night has been perfect, and I want to be with you. Make this complete. Take me to your bed and make me yours.”
His eyes flicker with delight. He drops our hands and places one on my waist, turning me away from him. He pulls me back against him, his hard erection digging into my spine. His head dips, and he finds that spot on my neck, his stubble roughly scratching it and causing me to shiver. It’s become his favorite spot, and mine as well. His lips press against my skin as he trails slow, soft kisses up my neck.
My breath catches when his hands slide up my back to my zipper. Slowly and devastatingly surely, he slides it down, pushing the material from my shoulders until it falls in a heap at my feet.
His sharp intake of breath signals his surprise when he spies my naked body. He moves in a slow, methodical circle around me as if taking in the sight and committing it to memory. Then he picks me up and gently lowers me on the bed. Adoration radiates on his face as he gazes down at me, his eyes raking over every inch of my bare skin. He sits back on his heels for a brief moment as if to worship my naked body.
And worship he does.
After everything we’ve done in the trailer, I never thought it could get better, but I’m now learning I was sorely mistaken. Hard, fast, rough, and raw is mind blowing, but this? Slow and sensual? It’s earth shattering.
As we come together for the first time in his bed, Rafe shows me what it means to make love. It’s a new sensation, one I’ve never experienced, and I know I will never be the same.
His eyes convey some unspoken emotion, and I tremble underneath him. He bends his head and gently presses his lips to mine as he stills his movements. I love the way he fills me to perfection, thrusting deeper but keeping the same unhurried pace. Our kisses are the same as we make love in the dark, no longer needing words to say what we’re feeling.
As we climb faster and closer to orgasm, Rafe slowly withdraws and gives me a languid smile when I whimper in protest. My dismay is short-lived, however, when he rolls us over and grips my hips, placing my entrance at the tip of his erection and waiting for my body to respond.
It’s my turn to ride, as this new position gives me complete control. I close my eyes and relish the feel of sliding down onto him. I hold still for a moment, savoring how deep he’s buried, before I rock my hips, circling back and forth in a delicious friction-creating move.
With a low growl, he thrusts up into me, swift and hard. His hands, rough and strong, roam my body, thrilling, teasing, tormenting, and, above all else, taking. I try to keep up with his feverish pace, but I’m no match for him. Instead, I relinquish all control and allow him to do as he pleases. My hands come down to grip his shoulders as his forceful thrusts have pleasure coursing through my veins.
Suddenly, I’m flipped onto my back and Rafe’s over me, buried to the hilt. He grasps my hands and entwines our fingers, holding them over my head as he lowers his chest to mine. His eyes pierce my soul, as do his following words.
“Brie,” he moans, causing my insiders to quiver. As he promised, my name is on his lips in a fervent whisper, and it sends shockwaves straight to my heart as I realize that it’s not just words. This is his truth. His desire. His need to cherish and worship. His thrilling apotheosis, which is utterly confounding. “This is it. Just as I am yours, you’re mine, Brie. And I promise, I fucking promise, you’ll never be alone again.”
Hot tears prick my eyes and threaten to spill over, but I push them back and close my eyes as my orgasm starts to build.
As he drives into me, deeper and deeper, my world explodes in a beautiful array of colors. Even as my orgasm crests and I’m drowning in wave after wave, he continues to thrust into my core. After a few more deliberate pumps, his own orgasm has him crying out, and he buries his face in my neck, biting down as he rides the tidal waves of pleasure.
“Never been so fucking good. Amazing. My girl is so fucking amazing. You’re never leaving this bed,” he growls then tenses. He lifts up and looks down at me, his eyes softening. “I didn’t mean—”
I press a finger to his lips. “I know what you meant, and stop thinking about him, please. Especially in your bed. Which I don’t ever want to leave either.”