Page 52 of One Week With You
“When someone asked if I was bringing anyone special to a work event, your name came out because of course it did. I didn’t think you’d find out and it was nice to pretend. It was like it was real. You and me.”
“Rafe,” I begged, bouncing gently on my feet. “Please stop talking and kiss me already.”
“I will but I need to know that you understand. That you trust in what I’m saying to you. That it’s you and me from here on out.”
“I do, I do understand. Now show me. Don’t stop showing me.”
Rafe grabbed my face, whispered something I couldn’t decipher, and captured my mouth in a passionate kiss. Our tongues slid together, slow and wet, and the sexy hum in the back of his throat sent a zip and zing of pleasure right through my core. I must’ve made some sort of sound in response, too mindless to be sure, and he groaned, lifting me, pressing our bodies close.
I was a desperate, clinging mess of arms around his shoulders and legs around his hips as I nipped at his ear, and he squeezed my ass cheeks hard enough to leave a mark.
Our hands, everywhere, all at once.
My underwear, soaked.
I wasn’t sure where he was taking me until I hit the back of the sofa. He perched me there while he teased the spot behind my ear, ran the tip of his nose all the way down my neck, peppering the path with kisses and soft bites, but I wanted more. I wanted everything.
“I’m out of my mind for you,” he whispered against my clavicle, an echo of my own thoughts, dotting kisses down the deep V of my oversized sweater. He tugged at the neckline, pulling at the wool rough enough to stretch.
“This fucking thing,” he whined, his voice a desperate throaty sound that made my thighs clench. “Take it off. Take everything off.”
I did what I was told.
Soon enough our clothes were strewn across the living room, our naked skin lit by the fire behind. I gripped his shaft, circling the wet tip with my thumb, and he groaned, a deep rumble like it was ripped from his chest. He let me tease him for a minute or two, slow steady strokes up and down, needy whispers ofharderandmore, then he was cupping my breasts, closing his teeth around one nipple and then the other, driving me wild and senseless with sensation.
I ran my foot up the back of his calf and he jerked like a live wire, then somehow, I was flipped around to face the fire, barely catching my breath as one large hand pushed down on my back until I was bent over the sofa, ass thrust in the air.
“Rafe…”
I gripped the cushions, moaning in delight as he scattered my back with kisses, licked a line right down the arch of my spine to the crease of my ass.I didn’t have time to think when he knelt behind me, a hungry groan rumbling from his chest as he spread me apart and licked right up the length, from the swollen flesh of my clit to where I was clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled. Words spilled from my mouth,harder, lick my pussy,spurring him on with rough and eager sucking at my clit, working his tongue up and down until I was a wet, writhing mess all over his face.
“Yes,” I groaned. “Keep doing that.”
“I can’t,” he whispered roughly, rising to his feet. “I can’t wait.”
Poised at my centre, I had seconds to prepare before he anchored one hand in my hair and his hips surged forward. One single solid thrust. He held still to choke out a groan, then it was nothing but sweet, mindless bliss as he pounded into me, over and over, again and again with hot hard slaps oftake it,just like that, until we both broke and shuddered, crying out in a mix of relief and release.
Later, I laid out on the sofa covered only with the tartan blanket, my smile probably smug and definitely satisfied. I watched the muscles of Rafe’s naked body clench and contract while he reloaded the fire with more logs and stoked the flame to a roaring crackle again. Every inch of his skin turned golden by the warm glow. The lights on the tree were static tonight. Calming.
When he was finished, he tucked me under his arm and mouthed a couple of kisses along my hairline, though the blanket barely covered us both.
“Did I ever tell you that I love you?” I murmured sleepily, my body lax and content.
“I think I’d remember you telling me something like that.”
“Well, I do.” I pulled back to see his reaction, traced his mouth as it widened with a smile and stretched slowly into his eyes. “More than I can ever say.”
“That’s my line, Sunshine.”
“I didn’t think you’d mind.”
“Say it again.”
Happiness bubbled up inside me again, almost too much for my body to contain, and I fought the childish urge to wriggle in my seat. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Rafe ripped the blanket away, tossing it somewhere into another realm as far as I was concerned, and pushed me back down on the sofa. He climbed between the cradle of my thighs, pressing our bodies close until I wasn’t sure where we ended or began. “I better get to work on showing you how much.”
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