Chapter Nineteen #3
My attention locked on him until everything else faded around the edges.
My soft sounds grew to ragged moans as he worked me.
Raff’s hands wrapped around my thighs, holding me down against him as my hips started to rock instinctively as the ache tightened.
Then, stealing my breath, the pleasure tightened and slowly released—a deep, throbbing release that started between my thighs and traveled up my spine, overtaking me completely.
Raff worked me through it before I fell off to the side of him, dropping onto my ass beside him, panting for breath, pulsing all over.
Raff rolled onto his side, his hand sliding up and down one leg, then the other, anchoring me back into my body and making desire kindle again.
Only then did he lift up and move closer.
I reached for him, pulling him with me as I lowered down, his weight pressing me into the mattress.
My legs parted, letting him slide between.
Raff’s forehead pressed to mine, a groan escaping him as his cock slid against my cleft.
Heat traced through me as a tingling awareness spread outward, limb by limb, as Raff’s lips claimed mine again.
It was soft at first, coaxing, but as my legs bracketed around him and my hands started to slide up and down his back. The kiss pressed harder then, hungrier, more demanding.
My pulse skittered, too fast to count, and Raff’s lips ripped from mine, kissing down my neck, then the center of my chest.
A tremble racked my system as he shifted and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth.
I arched into his mouth as heat sparked across every nerve.
His lips sucked, his tongue traced, and his teeth grazed. And just when I didn’t think I could take any more of the sensation, he moved across my chest, continuing the blissful torment.
My hands slid into his hair, tugging until the pain had him lifting up and moving back over me again.
His lips were on mine again—deep.
But the need stayed coiled tight in my core as the heat grew molten.
“Please,” I whimpered, rocking against his hard length, my sex aching with the thought of him buried deep inside me.
That sexy rumble moved through Raff again, this time vibrating into me, making my belly go liquid.
He balanced his weight, reaching out toward the nightstand for his wallet and digging through it.
I lost him for the barest of seconds as he protected us before he was pressing against me again, slotting himself between my thighs.
Every second stretched long, giving me time to absorb every touch, brush, sigh.
His nose slid against mine before his lips were on mine again and all thoughts slipped loose, one by one.
My hips shifted, rocked, drawn to the heat and need between us.
Raff lifted up, his warm gaze on me as he adjusted his hips and I finally felt the tip of him press firmly against me.
My heart skipped.
My breath caught.
Then he pressed into me, a low growl rumbling in his chest as I stretched around him, taking him inch by inch.
I sank into the feeling of him, the warmth, the rightness.
“Raff,” I whimpered as he settled deep inside.
“Call me by my name when you moan for me,” he murmured, his hips rocking, dragging a ragged whimper out of me.
He moved like he wanted to memorize me, each slow thrust unraveling me a little more.
My body arched, bowed, silently begged for more as my hands drifted greedily over his shoulders and down his back. My heels dug into his ass as my hips rose to meet each thrust, getting faster by the moment.
I moved against him, needy and restless.
My grip flexed on him, guiding him harder, deeper.
The pleasure tightened, deep and merciless, as he drove me right to the breaking point.
“Rafe,” I cried as the first pulse started—hard and deep, before the pleasure overwhelmed me completely, leaving me moaning, shaking, soaring.
Raff’s forehead pressed to mine as he drove into me through it, giving me every bit of pleasure my body had to offer, then surging deep and groaning as he came with me.
His weight pressed into me afterward, his face buried in my neck as my arms and legs tightened around him, some part of me afraid that if I let go of him, I’d let go of the moment, of the intimacy we’d found after many long, need-filled days.
Our heartbeats and breathing slowed down together until, finally, Raff pressed a soft kiss to my neck before pulling out of my hold and sliding away from me.
I watched him walk into the bathroom, partly closing the door. I sat up, feeling deliciously sore and sluggish all over.
But with that was an unexpected sinking sensation in my chest. It was like some part of me was losing him already. Because the rational part of me knew that the loss was inevitable. As much as we might click on more superficial levels, our core desires and ambitions couldn’t be more different.
By the time Raff came back out of the bathroom, I was pulling my pants back into place.
For a split second, I saw something raw and sliced open on his face before he threw on that easygoing playboy smirk of his.
“I know that look,” he said as he watched me. My stomach tensed. “That’s your ‘I want sushi’ face.”
The weirdest part was… I did want sushi.