“Yes—now.”
Her urgency satisfied his masculine instinct. He loved that she was nearly begging.
Digging into her hips, he pulled her from the counter, her beautiful naked ass slipping across the marble as if draped in silk. She wrapped her legs around him and he lifted her, sliding her down his body until he felt her wet and warm against his cock.
Planting a single kiss to her mouth, he nipped her lip with his teeth. “Ask me nicely.”
Her lids fluttered open and she challenged him with her eyes. “Please.”
“Please what, babe?”
“You know what,” she flouted, and pressed her hips against him. He withheld the fucking groan that was building in his chest as her smooth pussy cradled his cock, a breath away from encasing him.
“Say it.” He lowered his voice and moved his lips to the freckle on her shoulder and attempted to lull his fervor to slide inside her with the taste of her skin.
Her head rolled back as his tongue sampled the round of her shoulder.
“Please,” she implored, once again using the strength of her thighs that were clinging to his waist to roll her hips onto him.
This time the groan escaped. His eyes were fixated on hers, and she smiled. A smile that said just how much she knew his resolve was thinning out.
“Rafe,” she whispered as her mouth danced to his. “Fuck me. Now. Please.”
That word spoken from her lips put a whole new spin on talking dirty, and it was the sexiest sound he’d heard.
Without replying, he peeled her body from his, lowered her feet to the floor, and spun her around. He placed her hands on the island, then pulled her hips back . . . right . . . where . . . he . . . wanted . . . them. Then thrust inside her.
She gasped in satisfaction and he felt her tighten around him.
“Fuuck, baby.”
“Harder, Rafe—please.”
She didn’t need to beg nicely now. Her sweet little body was so close to release that he had no control. He had to give it to her—he needed it just as desperately as she did.
His name labored from her mouth in a jagged cry and the beauty of the noise triggered his own release.
Spent and elated, they sank to the tile and she liquefied in his arms. Lacing his fingers through hers, he brought her hand to his lips and kissed the inside of her wrist. And she shivered.
Fuck.
“What have you done to me, gorgeous?”
She tilted her chin upward and lifted her lips into a tired smile. “I believe I should be asking you the same question,” she teased.
If only they were talking about the same thing. The sex was addictive, distracting, amazing. But feeling her body melt into his, shivering, needing . . . he was a fucking goner. He craved her response to him; he craved the way that little response relieved the anger. Replaced it with something else entirely.
He kissed her forehead and leaned his head back against the cabinet. “What are you doing the rest of the day?”
“Why?” she asked curiously.
“One of my friends in my unit is having a cookout tonight. Good beer, good food, good company. What do ya think? Wanna come?”
“I don’t know, Rafe,” she mumbled into his chest.
Yeah, it was probably better she didn’t come. He didn’t have a fucking clue why he even suggested it. No, that was a lie. He asked her because he wanted her there with him. Fallon, the first woman he’d wanted to be with outside of the bedroom in nearly two years.
Kissing his arm that was tangled around her, she lifted her eyes back to him and smirked bashfully. But he knew she was playing him. This woman wasn’t bashful—that he knew for damn sure. “Maybe if you asked me nicely.”
Damn woman.
He laughed. “Please?”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
After spending twenty minutes on the phone with George getting the full report on Jade, Fallon was relieved to hear that she was up and moving and back at the loft.
Rafe pulled his car into the club’s parking lot. Unbuckling her seat belt and opening the door, Fallon asked, “Do you mind waiting here?”
“No. Go on.”
She didn’t want Rafe to go into the apartment because she didn’t want Jade to be seen like that again. That wasn’t her. Not anymore. But when you hit bottom, you don’t want anyone to see you there. At least, that’s how Fallon felt when she curled into the lowest low of her life and felt like there was no way to stand back up. Vulnerability and pride were equal counterparts in Fallon’s perspective. And Jade’s and Fallon’s minds turned in the same direction. She figured Jade wouldn’t want anyone to see her that way either.
She smiled gratefully at Rafe and stepped out of the Jeep. As the door clicked shut, she heard an identical sound echo it. Rafe had stepped out of the car and was walking toward her. “I thought you—”