“I could have sent you a picture,” I teased as I came full circle with a smile on my lips.
Jesus, he looked good in that uniform. Hazel eyes studied me, and I saw the ache outlining his features. He let it show without apology or excuse. My eyes immediately filled with relief and the same need. My heart seized as he blew out a breath of frustration, his features filled with pain.
“I’m tired of pictures,” he said in a raw and heated whisper as he threw his tote through the doorway. “I’m tired of fucking texts and voicemails,” he gritted out as he picked me up underneath my arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he kicked the door closed behind him. He walked me to my counter and sat me there. “I’m tired of waking up and wishing you were there. Every. Single. Day,” he whispered as he stood between my thighs and covered them with warm hands. “I’m tired of the space,” he said as he leaned in closer, and I saw his eyes swell with emotion. “No more space. I can’t take it anymore. I miss you too much. I love you, Alice.”
I barely stifled a sob as I gripped him to me. “Thank God,” I rasped out as I looked up to him, an utter mess. “I don’t want to be without you anymore. I can’t do it either, Rafe. It hurts too much.”
“Oh, baby. I’m sorry,” he said as he claimed my mouth possessively, and I let the pain radiate through me, uncaring if he saw, unable to hold back. I needed him to know. I’d never been anything but honest with him, and I’d only begun to lie when I thought he needed me to. “I miss you so much, too much. I’m totally lost here now. I can’t go back to alone.”
“I’m here,” he said as he kissed my forehead, my eyelids, my cheeks, nose, and then placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “Being away is fucking tearing me apart. I can’t pretend anymore that I’m not ruined when I can’t see your face, can’t touch you. I want you with me. This shit we’re doing, it’s not enough anymore.”
“I wasn’t truthful. I’m not happy. I can’t handle it. I hate it.” I let out another anguished cry as he pulled me tightly to him. His mouth crushed mine as our tongues thrashed in need. Nothing else mattered as we pulled each other close, our clothes a nuisance. Minutes of touches and kisses led to a more urgent need of skin on skin.
“You walked Wheaten today,” I scorned as I pulled his shirt out of his pants and began to tug at his waistband. Nipping his neck, I pulled out his length and began to stroke it. His eyes closed briefly and opened with fire as he leaned in and kissed me until I was desperate.
“Shut up,” he muttered with a smirk as he pulled away and I began to discard my shirt. “Fuck no. That stays,” he ordered as he tugged my boy shorts down my thighs and threw them over his shoulders. “Spread for me.” He pushed my knees apart as I leaned back and moaned. Slick and ready, I looked up to Rafe as he watched me twist beneath him. I stared up at him expectantly as he licked his thumb and began to massage me with it.
“Ah,” I moaned as he stared down at me, blazed a trail over my face, and then moved his gaze down between my thighs. I followed his eyes as he stroked me reverently. “We both missed you,” he said with a smug smirk as his thickness twitched in agreement. I huffed out a curt laugh, too entranced with the workings of his thumb. I gasped out his name repetitively along with several other words of love and devotion as he worshiped me with eyes and fingers. I chanted his name as he gripped my hips and pulled me onto him, inch by intoxicating inch, and then thrust in fully as he stole my breath. I arched my back in welcome and gripped the lips of the countertop behind me as Rafe lost himself and whispered my name. He was a fantasy above me, his hazel eyes lit with lust, his jaw tense as he licked his full lips. I studied his sculpted arms as they held me tightly to him. Dark, beautiful, sexy, and looking dangerous,