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“You came to see me,” he murmured, clearly lost in the memory as well.
“Yeah.”
“Not because Cillian told you to, like you said.”
“No.”
“You were worried about me.”
I nodded at that.
“You were quick to leave.”
My gaze shifted up to his. “You already had women looking after you.”
He nodded at that. And I appreciated that he never lied to me about his man-whoring ways.
“But not the one I wanted.” His hand moved up, his finger tracing down my jaw. “You were jealous.”
To that, my lips curved slightly. “I wouldn’t let myself think that. But yes.”
“You never had anything to be jealous about,” he said, fingers gliding back up my jaw, over my ear, down my neck. “I would have chosen you. Every single time. A million times over. If you were an option.”
My belly swooped at that. And the intensity in his eyes that backed up the words.
His forehead pressed to mine.
“No one else could ever compare.”
The swelling sensation in my chest grew too tight, too painful, too close to something I wouldn’t be able to ignore if I let it continue.
So instead, my hand moved up from his thigh and closed around his hard length.
Raff’s breath hissed out of him as his hips involuntarily rocked into my fist, and a deep, rumbling sound moved through his chest.
My bones melted.
Heat licked at every inch of me as I stroked him down, then back up. Once, twice, three times.
That seemed to be Raff’s breaking point.
His hand grabbed my chin. Then his lips were on me. Hard. Rough. Demanding.
A low moan escaped me as my other hand went around him, holding on as his lips slanted over mine again and again.
At the sound, his arm went around my hips. The other slid to the back of my neck, keeping contact as the kiss deepened, and he turned us and started to walk me backward.
I lost his arm as he reached behind me, swiping his duffle onto the ground as he pressed me down, then came with me, forcing me to slide up the bed.
Only when I was against the pillows did he break the kiss and lift up to sit back on his heels.
I was still taking in the view when his hands moved out, grabbing the hem of my pants and starting to pull them down.
My breath caught at the heat in his eyes as he pressed my knees in toward my chest so he could free the clinging material from my ankles.
He tossed the pants toward the floor, then slid his hands up my ankles, calves, knees, then sides of my thighs.
I sucked in my breath as his fingers teased the line of my panties over my hips, toying with the material for a moment before pulling them down.
