Her heart stalled when his eyes connected with hers. It was intense in a way that was almost frightening. But she wasn’t the least bit scared.
His jaw moved slowly as he chewed; then she watched as he swallowed. A small, glistening bead of milk rolled over his bottom lip, then fell onto his chest. Her gaze seemed to transfix on that small drop of milk as it slowly rolled between his pectorals.
She couldn’t help herself. The prospect of running her tongue over his hard chest and lapping up the single drop that had previously been on his lips was too appealing. She lowered her head and parted her mouth, catching the bead between her lips, pressing the tip of her tongue to his warm skin.
She heard the bowl clank against the counter at the same time her lips vibrated from the deep, silent growl in his chest. His hands melted against her skin, snaking them over the top of her thigh, under the hem of the shirt, until they reached the curve that ran into her hips. He latched onto her and rolled her hips forward. The rough texture of the denim grated against her bare center, and had her head not already been lowered to his chest, she didn’t think she’d have been able to support it on her neck. His touch made her feel like putty. Soft and warm in all the right places.
This newfound nirvana he was able to create for her was coaxing her into a rare form of addiction. She couldn’t get enough. Enough touch.
She’d been missing it. Missing the effect a touch, a caress, an embrace could give. She’d been limiting her body’s contact, carefully safeguarding it. But the complete honesty his body gave to her penetrated her previously indestructible barriers. Rafe’s touch was treacherous, though. Frenzied and chaotic in a way that was simplistic and easy. She knew the dangers that lay ahead with every flame that flickered between their connecting bodies. She’d constructed her walls to keep those dangers away, to protect herself. But she felt them shifting, weakening beneath his touch alone. Just his touch.
And she needed it.
His lips molded onto her neck, his tongue wet and cold as he swirled it leisurely, then sucked gently. Lifting her head, she unfastened the buttons of his shirt she was wearing and it parted, draping open.
“Perfection,” he whispered, raking his penetrating eyes over her bare breasts and pantyless body.
His mouth dipped back down, focusing its attention to the thin skin at the hollow at the base of her neck. He was gentle as he fluttered kisses across her collarbone and up the center of her throat. Winding her hands around his neck, she swept them over his buzzed hair, the friction numbing the pads of her fingers.
She was lost in the sensation of his lips and hands smoothing over her body, so when his grip on her waist tightened and he lifted her back onto the counter, her eyes blinked open in surprise.
“What have you done to me?” he asked, his torturous mouth once again hovering over her body, breathing warm, tantalizing breath over her sensitive skin. She didn’t have an opportunity to process his question before he lowered her back against the counter and started dragging those perilous lips lower and lower.
She rose to her elbows. “Rafe.” She breathed.
His head lifted, his eyes finding hers in that one single instant. And he grinned. It was mischievous and taunting and sexy as sin, and whatever thought was processing in her already clouded mind, it left her.
Her muscles ached in exhaustion as they tightened and clenched under his deft caress and she moaned when his tongue soothed the throb between her thighs.
It had never been this good. Felt this good.
She’d never craved or needed the affection he was providing her body.
But he’d made her desirous for him. And the consequences were teetering along terrifying. If she wanted him like this—this much, this quickly—then she was already in trouble.
• • •
Rafe could feel Fallon’s familiar tics indicating her sweet release was close. In the few times she’d come with him, he’d memorized the way her legs elongated and her toes pointed moments before she would wind tightly. He memorized the way her breathing deepened, lengthening as she inhaled.
“I need you to give it to me, babe,” he whispered, then flicked his tongue over her clit once more, causing her to writhe on top of the island.
He rose from her and smiled when her brows pulled into a frown and she whimpered. “Ohhh,” she moaned, running her hands over her tits and along her sides as if willing the sensations of pleasure to follow her touch. “Rafe,” she moaned.
“Yeah, gorgeous?” he answered, but he didn’t expect a response and didn’t receive one. “I need inside you again.” Pulling a foil packet from his back pocket, he unzipped his jeans and pulled them from his hips, letting them drop around his ankles, then stepped out of them.