“Rafe,” she sobbed.
He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, which only made her crumble more. “Yeah, babe.”
Lifting her chin from his chest, she found his beautiful, imperfect mouth and smoothed her lips over his. “Make love to me,” she pleaded. “Please.”
He tensed around her as a heavy, anguished groan rumbled deep in his chest and vibrated against her skin.
“Steal my thoughts. Please, Rafe.”
“Fuck, gorgeous.” He sighed, and his mouth fell back to hers.
• • •
Not knowing the reason for her tears was clawing away at Rafe’s insides. Dammit, he was a goddamned idiot. He’d been pissed and drunk as fuck—and he’d walked away from her.
The sound of his name unfurling from her lips as he’d turned his back on her had replayed on constant repeat in his mind all night. She’d needed him—he’d heard it in the pained inflection of her voice—but he’d walked away anyway.
But not anymore.
He’d driven to the nearest motel and sat in his car, trying to talk himself into getting out, getting a room, and sleeping off the whiskey and the image of Fallon’s face as he’d fucking walked away from her. But he couldn’t. She was there, ingrained behind his lids—every time he blinked, he saw her.
He’d come back for her. He’d promised her he’d be there. He’d promised he wouldn’t hurt her. He’d fucked it all up. Now he was going to fix it.
His hand flattened on her back, drawing her as close to him as physically possible, but even then it wasn’t close enough. His mouth moved over hers carefully, slowly, trying to emit what he was feeling for this woman as she softened against him.
Her delicate hand cupped his face, her thumb running along the hideous scar that extended over his jaw and down his neck as he continued to kiss her.
The sweet taste of cherries was absent from her mouth, replaced by the residual flavor of tequila mixed with the salt from her tears. She’d been drinking, and Fallon didn’t drink.
Dammit.
He’d fucked up.
His fingers found the clasp of her bra and unhooked it, removing it from her body, revealing her supple breasts that peaked with taut pink nipples.
Breaking their kiss, Rafe moved his mouth to her breast, swirling his tongue around her hardened peak, coaxing it into his mouth. Fallon’s back bowed, pressing her chest into him as she silently requested more. And he happily obliged.
Squirming her body against him, she wound her hands around his back, eagerly pulling on him as she shifted beneath him. His weight urged her slim body into the comfort of the mattress and he propped himself up on his forearms, his mouth still worshipping the perfection of her breast. Cradling his hips with her thighs, Fallon writhed beneath him, grinding her hot pussy against his erection, searching for the release her body was begging for.
Lifting his head from her, he placed a hand on her hip, holding her still against him. “Let me take care of you, gorgeous,” he promised. “Let me do this for you.”
Her teeth sank into the corner of her bottom lip and she nodded, the gold bursts in her eyes brightening as she watched his mouth slowly descend to her sinuous hips. He nipped the thin strap of fabric that covered her hip with his teeth, rubbing his thumb over the damp satin covering her pussy.
Sliding the small scrap of fabric that covered the beauty between her thighs down her legs, Rafe wasted no time lapping up the arousal that glistened over her tight opening.
“Mmm.” She moaned, her hips rotating against him. “Rafe.”
So responsive, so ready.
“Yeah, babe,” he answered, sliding a single finger into her, applying pressure exactly where she needed it.
“Please?”
“I love when you ask me nicely, gorgeous.”
He withdrew his finger from her, watching as her eyes widened with arousal when he licked his finger clean of her. “So sweet,” he praised.
• • •
She could feel the phantom sensations of Rafe’s hard cock buried inside of her as she watched him hold his erection in his hands. His balls were drawn tight, his shaft hard and long as he rolled the condom down. Her body clenched, tightening in anticipation for the way she knew he would make her feel.
“Please, Rafe,” she begged again, trailing her hands down her breast, over her stomach, and delving her fingers into the wet warmth between her folds. The silkiness in his deep sable eyes became coarse and darkened as he watched her squirm from her own touch.
“Fucking beautiful.”
The bed dipped from his weight as he positioned himself in front of her and grasped on to her knees, prying her legs open. She let them fall to the sides as she continued to caress her body, not only for her own pleasure, but for his visual satisfaction.