walk away from that?”
I swallow hard, trying to find the right words to let her know that this is what I want. Clearing my throat, I proceed to speak from the heart and hope she’ll be receptive. “Brie, you shouldn’t. Don’t. I may have lied about some things, but I never lied about my feelings for you. Everything that happened between us was genuine. You have to know that. You need to trust in that,” I implore, praying I’m getting through to her.
“But still, I need more.”
My heart falters as she gazes up at me, her expression unreadable.
“Show me you, Rafe. You’ve used your words. Now, show me who you really are.”
My brow wrinkles as I look down at her. “You know me, Brie. The man I’ve always been with you is the man I am.”
“I trust that. I really do. But, Rafe, you’re a big, hot, buff, construction-worker, government-agent badass. You’ve been treating me like a fragile flower since the moment we met. I’m asking you not to do that anymore. Stop holding back. Unleash the beast,” she teases.
Only when she draws her bottom lip in between her teeth and raises an eyebrow do I realize she’s not teasing. She’s challenging.
I’ve never been one to turn a challenge down.
I grip her hips and lift her up. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I don’t waste my time. As I carry her back towards my bedroom, my heart—and my cock—swell.
This woman. She’s more than I ever expected. She could’ve walked out that door, slammed it shut, and put an end to us, just like that. It’s exactly what I’d deserve. Yet here she is. In my home. In my bed. In my heart.
“Rafe,” she scolds, tearing me from my thoughts.
“Mmm?”
“Stop thinking and fuck me.”
Yes, fucking ma’am.
As I cross the threshold into my room, she’s already working at undressing. Before her back hits the bed, she’s lost her shirt and her bra. She loosens her grip on my waist and gently falls onto the mattress, a soft giggle escaping her lips. I stare down at her—she’s half naked, her eyes drunk with lust, her beautiful, brown hair fanned out all around her.
I’m a lucky motherfucker.
I don’t plan on wasting any time, so I make quick work of undressing. She doesn’t want me to hold back? Her wish is my fucking command.
Just as eager, she unbutton her jeans and pushes them down before I take over and slide them, along with her panties, off and toss them to the side. As soon as I free myself of my own clothes, I stand at the edge of the bed, drinking in the sight of her.
“Rafe,” she whispers, her hand held out and beckoning for me to join her.
So I do. Her eyes light up as I slowly crawl up the bed. Every inch of my skin touches hers as I make my ascent.
Straddling her legs, I brace my fists on the bed on either side of her. She’s watching me intently, and quick, hard, and fast fly out the window. Sure, we’ve been together twice since she left the hospital, but this time is different. As I study her face, I commit it all to memory.
The way her eyebrows rise ever so slightly when she’s aroused. Her hooded, brown eyes and her small, pert nose. I can’t get enough of her lips, plump and wet from her pretty, pink tongue, half parted as she takes a breath, waiting for my first move. The pink flush on cheeks—whether from embarrassment or desire. And her slender neck. God, what I would do to it.
“I’ve wanted to lose my mind with you. You drive me crazy, Brie. You have since the very first day. The way I feel for you is one giant paradox. I want to savor this,” I tell her as I run the back of my hand along her cheek. “But I also want to lose myself in you, fucking you so hard until you’re screaming my name, over and over again.”
“You’ve savored me before, and you can savor me again. Right now, give me hard, Rafe. Fuck me like you’ve always wanted to. Don’t hold back,” she pants, her hands sliding down the length of my back until they settle on my ass. Her fingers dig into my hot flesh, and she pulls me closer so my cock nestles right at her entrance.
“Fuck,” I groan as the tip is covered with her silky wetness. She really does want this, me,