Page 38 of One Week With You
To give him a taste, I parted the robe fully and opened my thighs, smiling when Rafe’s eyes darkened.
“What will you be doing today?” Mum asked.
Climbing Rafe like a tree.
Getting bent over the sofa hopefully.
“Oh, you know, the usual. Watch Christmas movies and stuff my face. There will be alcohol involved too.”
Maybe I’d let Rafe lick wine from my body. He liked wine and seemed to like my body, so it sounded like a great combination. Unconsciously, I traced the path the liquid would take as if he’d already tipped it down my chest.
Rafe clutched the back of the sofa, captivated by the trail of my fingers as I circled my breasts.
My nipples tightened.
I needed to get off the phone.
“Can you promise me you’ll eat something other than chocolate, Talia?” Mum said, and I frowned trying to remember what we were even talking about. “If you were here you’d have something more substantial to line your stomach. I don’t want you getting alcohol poisoning.”
“Sometimes I swear you forget I’m thirty-five years old.”
“You left us for Christmas. The least you could do is promise me this one thing.”
“Fine. Fine. I’ll eat a proper meal. I promise.”Christ.
“Well, that’s something at least.”
Rafe rounded the sofa and without the back in the way I had the perfect view of his thick, hard cock tenting the front of his sweatpants.Thank god for light grey sweatpants.I clenched my legs together, something, anything to alleviate the pulse between my thighs.
One touch, just one touch and I was going to come. I was sure of it.
“I’m also going to do some exercise,” I confessed, trying not to sound too breathy, but it was so hard when he looked at me like that, the thick slab of his chest and abdomen right there for my greedy eyes.
Rafe’s brow lifted curiously at the same time Mum said, “On Christmas? That doesn’t sound like you.”
“I know but I’m feeling… inspired.”
“Right, well, as long as you’re okay. You’re not lonely?”
“Not at all,” I squeaked out as one of Rafe’s big hands circled my ankle and smoothed up the length of my calf, sending a rush of goosebumps in its wake. I clenched my eyes closed for a second. “I’ll call you tomorrow. Send my love to everyone.”
“You don’t want to speak to your brothers?” Mum sounded aghast but that was the last thing I wanted to do.
“We prefer to text.”
Rafe bought my leg up to his mouth, his breath warm against my skin, and I wasn’t even sure what I was saying anymore.
“Okay then, darling. Have a nice day.”
“You too. Happy Christmas, speak to you soon. Loveyoubye.” I tossed the phone to the side somewhere. “I’m a terrible person.”
Rafe chuckled against my leg and kissed my inner ankle. “Impossible.”
“Take my socks off first,” I said, intending to pick up where we left off.
He traced a fingertip along the elastic around my ankle. “Your feet might get cold.”
“I don’t care. Socks aren’t sexy.”
