Chapter 11
Rafe
The Bath
Having my mouth on hers was all I had been able to think about since the fight in my office. The softness of her lips, the taste on her tongue, which carried a hint of coffee. Her hands gripped my wet T-shirt, pulling me close, as if she never wanted me to leave.
I had no intention of going anywhere. One of my hands moved up her jaw and into her hair, angling her head how I wanted it, needed it.
My other hand moved around her waist and rested on her ass and pulled her closer to me.
The small noise she made, spurred me on and I lifted her, allowing her legs to wrap around my waist.
The contrast was not lost on me the last time she was wrapped around me not even thirty minutes ago. Then she needed safety. As I walked up the steps to my front door, the rain still falling, I knew her clinging to me had nothing to do with need. Not in the same way. No, it was about want.
I wanted Rory with a fierceness I had never felt before. I wanted her in my bed and in my life. There was a whole part of me that had remained hidden and tucked away until she arrived. And now that part wanted out. Wanted to claim the woman. Not tame her.
As I kicked the front door closed, the sound of the rain echoed off the roof. The smell of the smoke from the fireplace and the savory scent of the stew we ate earlier tickled my nose.
I pushed her against the door, my cock letting her know exactly how much I wanted her. Or maybe she couldn’t know since she had on so many layers of clothes.
I took a step back from her. “Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”
She pushed my hands away and pulled down the zip of her coat.
“I get that we’re both desperate.” She pulled the coat off and dropped it alongside the puddle that accumulated where she stood. “But this may go quicker if we each took off our own clothes.”
Of course, she considered the most practical solution. I cocked my head at her and my mouth lifted into a smirk. “Always the smart one.”
“Also.” She gestured her head up and down as she undid her overalls. “I want to watch you take off those jeans.”
My eyes narrowed. She was not trying to be sexy. “You’re going to kill the mood by laughing at me, aren’t you?”
“Firstly.” Her smile was bright and I knew I would do whatever it took to keep it. Even fall flat on my face. “Nothing could kill this mood. I’ve wanted you since the first night I met you. But yes, I absolutely intend to have fun watching you peel wet denim off those thick thighs.”
God, I loved her honesty. She didn’t play games or hide what she was feeling. It was both endearing and scary as fuck.
Laughing during foreplay. That was new for me.
Pulling my T-shirt over my head, I watched as her eyes darkened as they landed on my torso.
Her overalls dropped and pooled around her feet.
I watched, stifling my smirk as she struggled to take off those yellow boots before standing before me in her T-shirt and panties.
Her legs were pale, no doubt from the cold air, but the flush in her cheeks was what had my attention.
“You okay there, City?”
“Just peachy.” She pulled the black fabric over her head, revealing a lace bra playing peek-a-boo with pretty pink nipples. “Your turn.”
She was right, getting off my boots and jeans was not the easiest thing.
It was highly probable we both would have face planted if we had tried to take off each other’s clothes.
Once I was in nothing more than my briefs, I ignored the pile of damp clothes on the wooden floor and picked her up once more and took her upstairs to the one place I wanted her. My bed.
The way she wrapped around me was familiar and comfortable. Like it was the place she was meant to be. I didn’t want to think too hard about what it meant but I knew whatever was happening between us was more than a one night thing.
Her mouth dipped into my neck and sucked as I took the stairs two at a time. “You marking me, baby?”
“I guess so.” Again, no bullshit. “You have a problem with that?”
I didn’t even have to think about it. “Not at all. In fact, I intend to make sure every man in town knows you belong to me.”
“Oh, really. It’s sweater weather.” She pulled her head back to meet my eyes. “No one is going to see the hickeys you leave.”
I smiled at her as I lowered her to my bed. “I won’t need to leave a mark. You’ll be screaming my name so loud, there will be no doubt who you belong to.”
I lowered my mouth to hers, once again savoring the feel of her lips on mine.
The kiss wasn’t angry, like the one in my office or frantic like the one outside.
This one was the kiss of a man who knew he had all the time in the world.
I twisted us, so my hand could reach her back and unsnap her bra.
I pulled away the black lace and two perfect, rosy tipped mounds filled my vision. “God, Aurora, you’re perfect.”
Shifting my body between her legs, I moved lower, kissing her neck, her collarbone, her chest. I took one perfect tip into my mouth and sucked, pulling a throaty cry from her perfect mouth. “Rafe.”
God, when she said my name like that, it made me want to shove my dick inside her and have her feel me everywhere. But it was not all I wanted. I wanted to enjoy each and every part of her, her moans, her body, and mostly the way she was giving herself to me.
I moved my mouth to her other breast as my free hand moved down her body. My fingers grazed over her pussy. “Fuck, baby. You’re so wet.”
I dragged my hand back up and her frustrated moan made me smile. Her skin was soft and I ached to taste every inch of her. So, that was exactly what I did. I trailed a path of wet kisses down her chest and stomach, and allowed my tongue to circle her navel.
Her hands went to my head, her nails digging into my scalp. “Rafe, don’t tease me.”
My breath played across her stomach as I spoke, pulling a sexy as hell gasp from her. “But babe, watching your body respond to my teasing has become my new favorite thing.”
I licked along her pubic bone, and her hips bucked while her voice echoed through my bedroom. “Fuck, Rafe. I need… more… something.”
She widened her legs, giving me better access. More time to see her, smell her. I pushed down my hand on her stomach and licked her through her folds. “Fuck, Rafe.”
She couldn’t move, only feel. I pushed one finger inside, and she contracted immediately. Damn I couldn’t wait to get my cock inside her tight pussy. My tongue found her clit as I moved a second finger inside.
Rory’s grip on my hair tightened. The sting only spurred me on. I wanted to make her lose control, the same way she had done to me. “Harder.”
My fingers curled inside her and I shifted around until her body bucked. I found her spot. “That’s it baby, take what you need.” She rode my face and fingers, and I lifted my eyes to watch her. Every movement I made with my fingers, my tongue, played across her face.
I circled her clit with my tongue.
“Yes, Rafe, just like —“
She didn’t get to finish her thought as an unnatural noise left her. There was no stopping her from lifting her hips as she soaked my hand and my face. Both stayed firmly in place as she rode out her orgasm until her body relaxed.
I reached over to the nightstand and pulled out an unopened box of condoms. Checking the date, I let out an exhale when I saw they were still good.
Tearing the box open and opening the foil with my teeth, I wasted no time rolling it over my hard length.
I glanced over at my girl. Satisfied smile, soft eyes.
Fuck, a man could get used to that look.
Pushing her legs a little wider with my hips, I positioned my cock at her entrance.
It was only as I slowly entered her that I understood what heaven on earth actually was.
A single moment with one woman was what all the fuss was about.
The reason men risked everything. Because for the right woman, it was worth all of it.
And there was no doubt in my mind Rory was the right woman. Yeah, she was on the run and in hiding. And I may need to convince her to take a chance on me. But as I buried myself to the hilt inside her, I knew no woman would ever compare to her.
I took a moment to regain my composure and her legs wrapped around my waist and the feeling of familiarity settled over me once more.
“Rafe, honey, you need to move. Please.”
It was her pleading tone that had me slowly moving. My woman would never have to beg. Not for anything. And especially not in a moment like this.
I planted my forearms on either side of her head as I pulled out slowly. Watching the sensations play across her face was such a surreal experience and I wanted more of it.
In one swift movement, I slammed back into her, smiling at the cry she let out.
Fuck, I loved those noises. I repeated the movement over and over and each time she let out that same noise.
Her finger nails dug into my back and we found our rhythm.
Her walls rippled around my cock and it took everything not to speed up.
With all the control I could muster, I maintained the pace, all the while teetering on the edge of oblivion. “Fuck, Aurora. You need to come now.”
With my words, her pussy contracted and her scream echoed off the walls. “Rafe.”
Her orgasm triggered mine and I lost my rhythm as I pounded into her. My mind went blank as I roared and spilled into her.
I collapsed, and turned us both, so I didn’t crush her. Once our breathing regulated, she turned to lay next to me. And I immediately missed being inside her.
“Need to get rid of the condom.”
I made my way into the bathroom and discarded the condom.
Looking around the room, an idea came to me.
I turned on the tap and filled the tub. Under the counter in the emergency aid kit, I found the generic white candles and the matches.
There were only four and I hoped they were enough.
It wouldn’t be like the pictures in the magazines, but it would be relaxing.
I looked around and grabbed my shower gel hoping it would foam at least a little.
As soon as it hit the running water, the bath filled with bubbles and I turned the tap off.
I lowered my hand into the water to make sure the temperature was good.
“What are you doing?”
I looked at the bath and back at the naked woman standing in the doorway.
Fuck, she was a distraction. I thought it was obvious, and I was sure there was no way I could be doing it wrong.
“You mentioned wanting a bath earlier. Get my phone. I have a reading app. You can get yourself a few books on my account.”
“Huh.”
“Baby, you wanted a warm bath with candles and a good book. I can get you two out of the three. But I have no idea what you consider a good book. Obviously, none of the ones on my shelf. So, get a book.”
She blinked and took the phone from me and stepped back into the bedroom. It should be noted that a naked Rory sitting cross-legged on my bed had instantly become my favorite sight.
She handed my phone to me. “It needs a password.”
“Same as the banking one.”
She smiled as she typed it in and I couldn’t have been happier.