Stella thudded Claire’s arm with the back of her hand. “Damn, Claire, what the hell’s your problem?”
Fallon shook her head, dismissing Stella’s attempt at shutting Claire up. “Actually,” she started, and all the women around the table shifted their eyes from Claire’s to hers, “I didn’t meet Rafe until Saturday night, so sorry to disappoint you, but I was unfortunately not one of the two women he took home Friday. However, I have to admit I’m a little upset that I missed out on all the fun.”
Stella and the German woman snickered to themselves as Claire sulked. Fallon didn’t have the desire to entertain women who enjoyed getting a rise out of others, but for some reason she thoroughly enjoyed getting a rise out of Claire.
Two hands rested on top of Fallon’s shoulders the second before damaged lips pressed a tight kiss to her head. “Hey, gorgeous, I’m gonna go grab another beer. Do you need anything?”
Turning her head over her shoulder, she smiled up at Rafe when she met his dark eyes. “I’m fine. Thank you, though.” He leaned down and whispered a kiss over her mouth, letting his lips linger a little longer than necessary for such a chaste kiss—yet she didn’t think any kiss with him could be chaste. Even just the simple tug of her bottom lip as he pulled away was sexy and intimate. “Ladies, can I get you anything?”
“No, we’re fine,” Stella assured, grinning at Fallon. Her hand had a brief spasm in front of her face as she fanned herself the second Rafe was inside. “Mmm, honey, that man is sexy. I’ve always adored Rafe, but I’ll tell you right now, that was hot.”
Smiling, Fallon felt heat reach the surface of her cheeks. She’d just blushed. Maybe Jade was right. Maybe hell had actually frozen over.
Fallon stood. “Excuse me.” She never much understood the women who felt the need to cling to their dates, and she wasn’t clinging. She was simply following her body’s instincts as she trailed Rafe.
She made her way inside and came to a stop next to him as he was getting into a pile of brownies on the counter. His jaw worked around a mouthful and she rolled her eyes when he noticed her and smiled. His arm snaked out to the side and wrapped around her waist, pulling him in front of her. A surprised squeal caught in the back of her throat.
“What are you doing?” she asked as he pushed her back into the ledge of the counter.
“This.” His mouth pressed a wet kiss to her jaw, then scattered up to her lips. His tongue wasted no time pushing its way into her mouth, devouring her, and the taste of chocolate and beer mixed with the luscious taste of his mouth was piquant. Her legs softened and she latched onto the counter for support. Blushing and melting and swooning. Hell had frozen over all right.
He gripped her tightly and she swore she heard a soft chuckle rumble low in his throat. “I’ve got you,” he whispered, then continued his brazen assault to her lips, her neck, and her jaw. His plundering kisses left her breathless beneath him as she tried to keep up.
Her head began to cloud with desire as her body responded to his touch in every way a body could. Her breathing quickened, her pulse accelerated, her chest tightened, her muscles weakened, and the ache between her thighs throbbed.
She sighed. “Rafe,” she mumbled incoherently as he skillfully tended to the skin below her ear, her head involuntarily rolling to the side, opening up for him. “I think you should—”
“You think I should what?” he interrupted, concealing her body with his as he brushed his thumb firmly across her nipple. It tightened and peaked beneath his touch as the lace of her bra abraded her tender skin. Her body was still sensitive and reeling from the nirvana he’d sent her to that morning—twice—and the friction he was creating rippled across her skin, igniting a fire low in her stomach.
An impish grin fanned against her neck and she imagined the delectable way it pulled to one side. “You were saying?” he jested, applying pressure to her body with his hips, revealing his own body’s desires. The way his cock beckoned her through their clothing was only a testament to how quickly he had turned the switch and turned her on. And also how incredibly hard he was for her . . .
She moaned.
And he chuckled.
“Do you plan on having your way with me right here in the middle of the kitchen, because if not, I would appreciate it if you stopped teasing me.” She sighed inwardly, relieved at her capability to form an articulate sentence while his mouth still levitated above her skin.
Dropping his head to her shoulder, he groaned in frustration, then lifted her up onto the counter and pulled her center against him. “If only you were wearing one of those sweet dresses you like, I could’ve already had you trembling.” His warm, moist lips danced along the curve of her shoulder. She might have done just about anything at that moment to feel his deft fingers press inside her.