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soggy flip-flop, Rafe scoops up both pups, cradling them in one arm. He grabs my hand and almost drags me behind him up the steps and inside. He heads straight for the living room, almost distractedly setting the dogs on their feet before pulling me down on the couch with him.
My breath is choppy as he deftly settles me on my back, his bigger body looming over me.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he mumbles, bending down as his lips settle against my neck, kissing the rapid pulse of my heart.
“I didn’t do anything,” I protest hoarsely.
“You’re breathing.”
Uncertain what to say, I stay silent and focus instead on the weight of his body pinning me down.
Delicious.
Arousing.
I shift restlessly underneath him as my hands explore from his wide shoulders down to the rise of his rather spectacular ass. I’ve looked plenty, but there’s nothing like the intimate pleasure of feeling the clench of muscle under your hands.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he mutters, his lips sliding down my chest, as his hand pulls at the droopy neck of my ancient shirt, clearing the way.
“Rafe…” I inhale sharply when my breast pops free of its confines and I feel the warm heat of his mouth close over the tip.
Months—no, years—of build-up converged in this moment. I feel like I’ll burst out of my skin when he presses his hips between mine, grinding the hard evidence of his own passion against the already damp apex of my thighs.
His hand roughly yanks on my shirt to free my other breast, tearing the worn material in the process. I don’t care. He can rip every stitch of clothing from my body in this moment and I wouldn’t even blink.
I’m too busy feeling.
A groan vibrates against my skin when he switches attention to the other side, a hand sliding down the back of my pants to squeeze the ample flesh of my butt cheek. My toes curl as I tilt my hips for better friction.
“God…please.”
The moment the plea leaves my lips, he rolls away, letting go of my nipple with a soft plop, before softly blowing on the wetness his mouth leaves behind. He props himself up on an elbow and looks down on me.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, his free hand whispering over my naked skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
His eyes find mine as he brushes his palm down my belly, sliding his fingers under the waistband of my jeans, and I belatedly realize my lack of grooming in that area. It doesn’t seem to faze him when his fingertips encounter the damp curls. In fact, the blue of his eyes impossibly deepen a shade as he brushes the turgid little bundle of nerves hidden there.
My body arches off the couch, my mouth falling open, at the charge his touch sets off. So sensitized it’s like I can feel every ridge of his fingerprint as he rolls my clit with his pad.
Hungry for a deeper connection, I hook a hand around his neck and pull his mouth down on mine. The moment his tongue darts between my lips, the heel of his hand presses down on my sweet spot as a long digit slides inside me, followed by a second one.
Primed for months, it’s all it takes for me to fly apart, fragmenting into a million little pieces.
My ears still echo with the rush of my own blood, when I faintly detect the sound of a ringing phone.
The next instant I feel Rafe shift before hearing him answer with a curt, “Hello?”
Chapter Eighteen
Rafe
Magnificent.
The way her body unapologetically asked for what it needed.
Full abandonment on her face as she careened over the ledge of her climax. The memory of that kept playing over and over, keeping me awake most of the night.
Unfortunately, Sarah’s untimely call to inform us they’d arrived safely at their stop for the night put an instant chill in the air. I talked briefly to each of the children, who wanted to talk to Taz as well. When I went in search of her, she was in the kitchen chopping vegetables. Her clothes were back in place, and aside from the tear in her shirt collar, you never would’ve guessed she came apart underneath me just minutes ago.
When I handed her the phone and she glanced at me, her eyes were guarded.
I took over dinner prep, listening with half an ear to her side of the conversation with the kids. When she finally put the phone down, I could tell by the way she immediately went about