A Beautiful Distraction(90)

His gaze smoldered while he dragged the rough pad of his thumb across her sensitive clit and she cried out.

“That’s it, gorgeous. I want to know how your own touch makes you feel.”

His words seared a heat through her body and she pushed herself deeper into the depths of her craving sex, searching for the spot that would unravel her. Then she felt her body stretch as Rafe’s strong finger pushed inside her, joining in on her exploration.

Oh god.

Too much, it was too much. His desirous stare was boring through her, his finger gliding smoothly alongside her own, and she begin to shudder. But she didn’t want it this way. She wanted to feel Rafe inside her as she lost herself. She wanted him to bring her there—just him. No one else. Never anyone else.

Her head pressed into the mattress, her back arching off the bed as the building pleasure intensified. “Rafe.”

“I know, babe. I’ll take care of you.”

She inhaled a breath as he pulled his finger from her, withdrawing hers along with it. He brought her hand to his mouth and softly kissed the inside of her wrist before sucking the wetness from her finger.

She trembled.

“Come here,” she beckoned.

Rafe’s lips lifted unevenly as he lowered himself, his cock plummeting inside her before he stilled, holding his weight above her.

“I love you, gorgeous.” His head dropped to the curve of her shoulder and she mindlessly wrapped her arms around his neck.

His words ruined her, broke her, sent her into unimaginable peril while cleansing her soul. They were beautifully detrimental words, healing her and scarring her. She wanted to cry, she wanted to laugh . . . she wanted to scream.

But instead she crawled into the expansive haven those words constructed and burrowed in deep. If only just for tonight.

Brushing his lips over her skin, he singed kisses up the side of her neck. Slowly, torturously, he withdrew from her. She clenched him tightly, summoning him with a roll of her hips. His languid thrusts produced slow, agonizingly delicious tingles that pulsed almost numbingly inside her.

“God, what have you done to me?” he whispered against her ear. “I love you.”

Turning his face to her, he crushed his lips to hers softly, intimately. They molded against hers perfectly as he dipped into her mouth with a passion that was defeating her—breaking her down and smoothing away her hesitance. She needed this man—right now—in every way a woman needed a man. She needed him to care for her, to claim her, to protect her, and to love her. If only for this moment.

Her breathing quickened and her lips began to move feverously against his and he complied with her demands, matching the pace of her kiss with the increasing beat of her heart and the rhythm of his thrusts. His tongue lashed over hers, his lips sucking hers between his. Nibbling, pulling, kissing, sucking. Their bodies were in sync, fine-tuned to each other’s moans and sighs, and their simultaneous breaths that expanded between them.

She couldn’t get enough.

It had never felt like this. This all-consuming passion. And she knew it never would again.

The indescribable need to melt into him, to seep into his essence, just to get more, closer—just to feel more—was overwhelming her.

“Look at me, babe,” he said, breaking their kiss.

But she knew what she’d be looking at if she opened her eyes . . .

His thrusts deepened and her body uncontrollably bowed as she tightened her legs around him and latched onto his biceps. Her release was so close.

“Babe, look at me. Let me see you give yourself to me.”

She complied, Rafe’s body not giving her any choice as he plunged deep inside her. Her eyes shot to his as the pleasure only he could give her caused her to convulse around him. She drew him to her and held on tight as he pumped his release deep inside her, his hips slowing, liquefying her from the inside out.

Lifting his head, he looked at her, holding her captive with the rich luxury in his eyes. Plowing his fingers into her hair, he brought his lips to hers. “I love you,” he whispered, and the last sturdy barrier of her wall shifted beneath those three words, crumbling until she was left vulnerable, exposed, and terrified. But with their heartbeats syncing in rhythm as their bodies remained connected, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

• • •

Although her breaths had become deep and long, he knew she wasn’t asleep. Running his fingers through the lush waves around her face, Rafe tilted his head and kissed her eyelids. “I’m here, gorgeous.”

Slowly, her eyes fluttered open.

Christ, he was a goner.

“I’m sorry,” he started. “For walking away from you—dammit, babe, that won’t fuckin’ happen again. I swear.”