“You’re perfect,” I whisper, staring down into her beautiful eyes. “So fucking perfect.”
Her eyes soften as a sheen of tears fills them, and it kills me to know how long he made her feel anything otherwise. Closing the distance between us, I kiss her tenderly. She moans as she tastes herself on my lips, and when her tongue darts out and laps it all up, she makes it so fucking hard to go slowly. I lift up slightly and push my hand between us so I can cup her breast, loving how soft and full it feels against my callused fingers. My lust increases tenfold as she squirms under my touch, my thumb flicking her hard nub.
As I shift, my hard shaft nestles between her legs. She rocks and rolls her hips, pushing them up. A low growl escapes my lips as her wet juices coat my length. I rock my hips in unison with her, creating a delicious friction on her clit, eliciting a satisfied moan from her. It’s almost more than I can bear. A primal urge to take her rises in me, and I can’t stand it any longer.
Lifting up, I raise one of her legs over my shoulder and enter her in one swift stroke, going as deep as I can and then holding my dick steady, reveling in the feel of her warmth enveloping me. Fuck, I’m so worked up that I could blow right now, and I know I need to slow it down if I have any chance of lasting. And fuck me, I want to last until she at least comes one more time.
I slowly pull out then hold the tip just inside her entrance. She watches me with lust-filled eyes as I drive back into her hot sheath, pushing in slowly this time as her walls tighten around me, fitting to me like the perfect, silken glove. With languid strokes, I fuck her—no, I make love to her—wanting to savor these moments with her. To savor her.
“More,” she begs as her hands slide up to toy with her nipples, turning me on as she touches herself.
I’m quick to comply. I thrust into her, increasing my speed, and she rocks in rhythm to my hips, matching me thrust for thrust, our tempo picking up as the sounds of our ragged breathing fill the air.
“So close, so close,” Brie pants, teasing and twisting her nipples as she gets closer to orgasm.
Her prompting sends a primal urge coursing through my veins, and I drive into her harder, faster, going deeper and deeper until my balls settle against her over and over again. I’m a perfect fit for her. It’s as if she were made for me. The thought doesn’t help the primal side of me as I pound into her, wanting to fill her up.
As her body tenses and her walls clench around my shaft, I pump more vigorously, picking up my speed and ramming into her with unrelenting force.
“Fuck, Brie, I’m about to come,” I spit out through clenched teeth as her * grips me even tighter than before. I know I’m not going to last at this pace, and I can’t hold back any longer.
Her orgasm reaches its peak, and she bites down on her lower lip before letting it go as she moans my name in pleasure. The sight of her in the throes of ecstasy brings forth my arousal, and with one last thrust, I spill into the condom. She comes around my cock with equal force, and I have the insane primal urge to rip off the damn rubber and spill my seed directly into her hot core, letting nature take its course.
My hips jerk until she’s pulled all of my release from me. As I slowly come back down to Earth, I lower her leg and collapse on the bed next to her. After quickly removing the condom and tossing it in the trashcan beside my bed, I turn back over and roll beside, pulling her into my arms.
Her perky, swollen breasts press up against my bare flesh, our bodies slick with sweat. I can feel both of our hearts hammering, and for a brief moment, I wonder if she’s ever felt this way before. If it’s ever been this good for her.
As if she can read my mind, she wraps her loose arm around my back and gazes up into my eyes. “That was . . . incredible,” she breathes. “Every single time with you is better than the last. God, I could so get used to this.”
Say nothing, Rafe, I think, but naturally, I don’t listen. Brushing my hand along her damp hairline and out of her face, I peer down at her. “I really wish you would.”
She blinks in slow surprise, her pink, little mouth forming the perfect “o.” “Really?” she asks, disbelief in her tone.
I nod. “Really. I don’t know how I’m going to let you leave.”
Her eyes widen ever so slightly, and she swallows as she gazes at me as if she’s trying to determine if I meant it. I do, dammit—even if I shouldn’t. And I hope my own eyes can convey the truth.
Slowly, a small smile crosses her face. “I don’t know that I’ll ever want to.”
With that, she bows her head and cuddles up against my chest. We lie there in silence, but our thoughts are speaking volumes.
I’m in so much fucking trouble.
And I don’t even fucking care.
THE REST OF THAT first weekend with Rafe was incredible to say the least. Hell, incredible isn’t even a strong enough word for how he made me feel. How he continues to make me feel. It was so different from our first few weeks together. Instead of raw, primal fucking, he made love to me, and I to him. Just as he’d asked, we gave ourselves to each other and took what was offered in return. It was dual ownership, and nothing has ever felt so right. We spent endless hours in his bed, and I wondered why I’d waited so long to go there. The truth is that I meant what I told him. I never wanted to leave. All too soon, it was Monday, and we were getting ready to go back to Morningstar Estates—something neither of us seemed to want to do. But we did what we had to.
Weeks have passed with no sign and no word from Adrian—which is more than fine with me. At the same time, I’m eager for his return so we can be on the same page. More than that, I want answers, ones I know only he can give me.