squirming and groaning at the material between us. All I want is this connection between us. I want him inside me, but he doesn’t return my kiss. My nails dig into the back of his head as I bite his lower lip. He spins us around and pushes me against the wall, tearing his mouth away from mine in the process. My lips tingle and my skin sizzles, waiting for him to give me more.
“Rafe, take me… Right here, right now. You want to help me? Then do this.”
The conflict in his eyes is unmistakable, and I want to look away. He doesn’t allow that, however, as his strong hand grips my chin and demands my attention. His gaze penetrates, and for a split second, my confidence falters. But then he whispers my name. The sound is so soft that I almost don’t hear the anguish in it.
“Brie,” he repeats as if he’s trying to stop me. Or himself.
The thing is that I don’t want to stop, and I refuse to allow it. He moans the moment my lips find his, and he rocks against me, his hard erection digging into my sex.
“Why are you talking?” I mutter into his mouth. My hand comes down to cup him through his dress pants. “And why are you still clothed?”
My ravenous hunger for him is growing by the second, making me burn hotter. I squirm and rub and rock over him, the delicious friction satisfying but not nearly enough.
“More,” I pant, breaking our kiss and looking up at him just in time to see a slight shake of his head.
“Fuck.”
He mutters that four-letter word I so desperately want, but he tries to dislodge my legs. Instead, I wrap them tighter. He wants me. I want him. It’s that simple. I don’t know how I’ll feel in the morning—or even a week or a month from now—but right now, I want him.
“Rafe…I need this,” I tell him, emphasizing the need with a push of my hips.
Finally, he gives in, muttering that damn word again. I take advantage of his moment of weakness and slide my hand up, undoing his pants. I lift my hips just enough to push them down, and he stands stock-still as I do. As soon as I feel his naked cock, my hand is pulled away. With a low growl, he rips my panties off and pushes me back against the wall.
My hands grip his shoulders as he angles himself and pushes inside my entrance, driving in deep but so painstakingly slowly. I hold my breath as he slides into me, inch by glorious inch. I tighten my legs around his powerful thighs, rising up and subsequently sinking down on his cock in a frantic rhythm that matches his.
One hand cups my ass while the other smooths the hair out of my face. My eyes flutter shut as I enjoy the sensations of our frenzied fucking. Then Rafe stops, pulling out until just the tip is inside me. It’s more than I can bear. It’s not enough. Overwhelming sensations take over, and I close my eyes tighter, hating myself for loving this. Hating myself for hating it. I can’t look at him. The way he feels inside me, the way I feel when he’s inside me, is incomparable. If I look up at him right now, I’m too afraid of what I’ll see. Who I’ll see.
“No, Brie. You wanted this, you wanted me, and you got them both. I want you to look at me while I fuck you. Look at me when I make you come. Look me and know that I have always had your best interests at heart. I will always give you what you want. What you need. Always.” He drives into me as if to emphasize his point, but my mind is too cloudy with lust to let it penetrate.
As I shake my head, moisture pools in my eyes. “I can’t,” I whisper.
“Then I can’t either,” he whispers.
If it weren’t already broken, my heart would shatter as he pulls out of me.
The fight in my body departs. I unwrap my legs from around his waist then allow my feet to hit the tile. The cool sensation makes me shiver, but it’s more than that. Rafe whispers my name again, his thumb and forefinger on my chin as he coaxes me to look at him, but I can’t.
“I can’t either.”
The memory of his words is exactly what I need to break myself out of my