Chapter 45 Valentina
FORTY-FIVE
VALENTINA
The sky above us splits open, a few drops splattering against my skin like a silent warning. Within moments, the drops turn into a torrential down pour, the water frigid as it escapes from its skyward prison. It pounds against our heads, the tin roof of the house, the ground, everywhere in between.
But I barely notice.
All I can focus on is Rafael’s scorching lips moving against mine with such devotion, such determination, his hands threaded through my hair and his body pressing closer and closer to mine.
There’s a live beat of electricity thrumming between us, and I cling to it, unable to let go.
His lips drop to my neck, his tongue lapping up the heavy droplets as his hand pulls my head backward. I gasp as the motion pulls our bodies farther apart, and the cold press of our wet clothing finally registers in my mind.
“We have to get out of this rain,” I chatter, my fingers still digging into his shoulders. He continues to press feverish kisses up and down my throat—a man possessed—and it takes every ounce of will power I have to push away from him.
The second I do, I instantly regret it, the cold settling deeper into my bones.
Rafael’s eyes flash toward me, two glittering green diamonds. He’s magnificent—chest heaving, water running down his perfectly chiseled face, already pinkening from the chill and our skin rubbing alongside the other.
I lick my lips. “We’ll freeze to death.”
His eyebrows shoot downward, drawing a perfect dark line across his forehead, and he tips his face to the sky, as if noticing the rain for the first time. “Shit.” Rafael begins leading me up the steps of the house, but I pull away.
The thought of going inside, facing McCrae or avoiding him and retreating to my room with his ears only inches away, instantly cools the fire pulsing between my thighs.
“What—”
“The barn,” I plead, my fingers threading with his as I begin to tug him in that direction.
It takes less than a beat for him to understand my motive, and instead of insisting we go inside the warm house, he smirks, his lips lifting into that devilish grin that makes my panties melt, and then scoops me into his arms as if I weigh nothing.
I yelp in surprise, wrapping my arms around his neck. “What are you—”
He kisses me again, hard and insistent, cutting off my question. His tongue spears into my mouth, promising more, but just as my toes begin to curl, he pulls away.
“Hold on tight.” He winks before dashing into the rain.
I cling to him as he runs toward the barn, pressing my face into the warm crook of his neck. He smells of rain and musk, and I breathe deeper, determined to imprint the smell on my soul.
Within seconds, we’re at the barn, and I feel his muscles ripple around me as he yanks open the sliding door, slipping inside. As soon as he shuts it behind us, the sound of the pouring rain becomes a surround sound roar—a beating drum of the Heavens, matched only by the thrum of my heart.
I feel Rafael’s lips press into my hair, and I reluctantly let him set me down. The second my feet touch the ground, I blink up at him. His eyes are wide with wonder, searching for answers I don’t yet know how to give him.
Instead, I run a hand along his jaw, pressing onto my tip toes to kiss him. “I want you.” I whisper the confession against his lips, and his grip on my waist instantly tightens. It’s not much—just three little words—but it feels monumental, and the tight knot around my heart begins to untangle.
Rafael must think so too, because in the next moment, he’s scooping me up, using his strength to man handle me in a way I’ve come to crave from him, wrapping my legs around his waist. He walks forward, and I kiss him hungrily, not caring where he’s taking me.
I trust him. Three more words, and the knot loosens further, freeing me of the pain and suffering I’ve kept anchored close.
“Tell me again.” He breathes the request against my throat, and I smile toward the ceiling, reveling in the feel of his devotion pouring into my soul.
“I want you.”
He groans, his tongue running from the line of my jaw down to the tops of my breasts.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
“Have me, Rafael. Please.”
I don’t have to ask him twice. He lowers his hold on my legs, gently setting me down until my feet are once more firmly on the ground. He grips my hands, loosening my hold on his neck, before stepping back to look at me.
I know I’m likely a poor sight—soggy wet hair, streaky makeup, wet jeans, and an oversized sweater. It doesn’t exactly scream beauty, but I wouldn’t know it. With the way Rafael’s eyes drink me in, his nostrils flaring, I’d think I looked like the most beautiful woman in the world.
I lick my lips, brushing my fingers on the hem of my sweater. “If we got out of our wet clothes, we’d probably warm up faster.”
He chuckles, crossing his arms. The motion makes the wet shirt tight on his chest, and my mouth waters. “I feel like that’s my line.”
I shrug, emboldened by his obvious desire, and pull the sweater over my head. He hisses as I drop the soggy garment, taking in my bare chest beneath.
“Were you hoping I’d get you naked?” His voice is gravely, his throat bobbing repeatedly as he stares.
I nod. “Yes.”
He groans, his knuckles going white as he grips his inner biceps. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Your tits, they’re the most glorious things I’ve ever seen.”
Reaching up, I lightly pull at one of the bars pierced through my nipples and hum, rubbing my thighs together. I want my clothes off, now. I want his off. I want to feel him everywhere.
“Are you just going to watch?”
His eyes narrow slightly as he smirks. “Fuck no. I’m just waiting for you to get naked for me.”
I shake my head. Nothing’s going to be easy with Rafael—not now, not ever. But I secretly enjoy the thrill of the challenge. Slowly, I drop my hands, peeling off my pants, stepping out of them to stand before him in nothing more than a pair of sheer black panties.
His nostrils flare, eyes zeroing in on my center. I cross my legs, suddenly self-conscious. Rafael's gaze jerks to mine, his arms uncrossing as he begins to prowl toward me. “What if I told you I like the hair?”
“Wh-what?” I stutter, blinking at him as he gets closer.
“I like your hair.” He twirls a curl around his finger, raising it to his nose.
He drops his hand, skimming his finger down the front of my chest, stopping only once he’s reached my mound.
He taps lightly. “I like your hair here too. It traps your scent, your taste—it’s authentically you, and I never want you to be anything but yourself again. ”
My eyes flutter shut at his words. It’s too much, too good, and I don’t know what to feel. I grapple for the hem of his shirt instead, frantic to feel his skin burn against my own. He doesn’t fight me, pulling off his shirt, followed quickly by his pants.
Only when the hard silk of his cock presses hotly into my hand do I open my eyes to look at him again. His eyes flash above me, as desperate as I feel.
“How?”
“Lay back on the hay.”
It’s my turn to smirk, and I do it while slowly tugging on his shaft. “A roll in the hay? Isn’t that a little too country for us? We could go in the bunk room?”
“Baby, I plan to fuck you like an animal. Being on the ground, in the hay, is exactly where we deserve to be.”
Every thought except having him do exactly that flee my mind. I step backward, pulling his head down as I move until I feel the prickly hay meet the back of my legs. It itches, scraping against my skin—a little pain mixed with my pleasure, and my high begins to grow.
Rafael’s hands seek across my skin, rubbing small circles on my back as his mouth and tongue move against mine, dropping lower until each hand has a fist full of my ass.
He groans as he palms each cheek, massaging the flesh roughly.
His mouth lowers to my neck once more, then to my breast, pulling a taut nipple between his teeth.
He rolls the bar, and I cry out, arching into him.
He licks and kisses the flesh before moving to the other nipple, only to repeat the torture.
My skin feels like it’s on fire, burning everywhere he’s touching me, and everywhere he’s not.
“I need you inside me,” I beg, kissing his swollen lips. His cock is hard and throbbing in my palm, already slick with precum. He begins to thrust into my grip, panting with each rock of his hips, and I know he’s as lost to the sensations as I am. “Please, Rafael.”
It’s this that makes him pause, his eyes glassy. “You said my name again.”
“I’ll scream it if you’ll just fuck me.”
“Fuck,” he growls, his mouth searing to mine for a quick, punishing kiss. When he pulls away, he turns me in his hands, and I drop my hold on his cock. “Put your hands on the hay bales.”
I do as he demands, putting my hands above my head, wrapping my fingers around the twine holding the bales together. He presses a tender kiss to my shoulder as he sweeps my hair to the opposite side. It’s so at odds with the hard edge in his voice, I shiver.
“Don’t let go.” He lines his cock up with my entrance, and I feel the tip of him nudge against my soaking center. I whimper, desperate and out of my fucking mind.
I’d do anything to be with him in this moment.
I shimmy my hips, pushing back against him in hopes of getting him in farther. Sensing how close I am to the edge, he doesn’t wait before he begins to push inside me. It’s slow at first, small thrusts in and out, and I feel my body stretching to accommodate his size.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He presses another kiss to my spine, and goosebumps erupt down my back. I nod but drop my head between my shoulders, unable to form words.
His hand moves between my thighs, pressing rough, hot fingers over my clit with purposeful pressure, and I instantly scream at the contact. I rear my head back, finding his shoulder as I press against him.
His cock sinks farther inside me, filling me completely as his hips meet my ass. Rafael’s fingers pinch my clit until my legs begin to tremble, all while rolling his hips. My fingers ache from their grip on the twine, but I don’t dare let go. I’m too fucking close.
“Rafael.” It’s a plea, and I don’t have to say anything more for him to know what I need. He kicks my legs wider apart. His hand on my clit flattens until he’s rubbing large, delicious circles over me, and my release shimmers within reach.
His thrusting becomes frenzied, his balls slapping against my ass in rapid succession as he races to the finish line.
Rafael’s cock thickens inside me, and I see fucking stars. “Come for me, Valentina.” His voice isn’t demanding, it’s pleading. He’s desperate, and I no longer want to deny him.
“Come with me, Rafael.”
His hips move even faster, his hand dropping from my clit to grip my thigh, pounding into me with such intensity, I feel the hay above me begin to shake. I don’t care, though.
This hay stack, this entire fucking barn, could come crashing down around us, and I wouldn’t want him to stop.
Release rips through me, white hot, and I scream his name. “Rafael!”
Seconds later, he roars his own release, painting me with his cum. His cock pulses inside me, and it only makes me hungrier for him. I moan, my skin now wet and sticky from sweat.
After several moments, he presses a tender kiss to my neck and withdraws. I feel his seed instantly begin to pour down my legs.
“Turn around,” he demands.
I drop my hands from above my head, my fingers and arms aching in the most delicious way. “What’re you—”
Rafael drops to his knees, his eyes glued to my pussy as his fingers draw through the line of cum running down my leg. He swipes through the creamy liquid, pushing it back inside me.
I watch, fascinated, as he remains transfixed until not a drop of cum beads on my skin. Only then does he stand again, his eyes wild as he stares at me. Oxygen’s no longer possible, the intensity of his gaze arresting even my beating heart.
His hand grips my jaw, and he pulls me closer until his lips rest against my own. “Mine,” he whispers.
And I am.