Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
I chuckle. “Yes. I think she understands that we’re having sex.”
Rafferty rolls his eyes, pushes the door and motions me in. As I walk past him, he gives me a sharp, playful slap on the ass.
I turn to retaliate but he’s on me as soon as the door closes. Hands to my face, his mouth to mine, I expect ferocity except we meet in a gentle kiss. It’s tender but ignites a fire within, making me ache for more of his touch. I tentatively push my tongue forward into his mouth and his breath hitches. His fingers tighten around my lower back, silently encouraging me to continue.
So I inch my tongue farther inside, savoring the taste of him. His response is immediate—a guttural moan that comes from deep down. Suddenly, his hands are gripping my head, holding me in place so he can take control.
And I let him, lost in the moment as our tongues dance. Every nerve ending in my body tingles with pleasure as our bodies press closer together. This is what I’ve been yearning for all night—the taste of Rafferty, the feel of him against me, the way he takes control.
The way he possesses me.
His lips are soft yet commanding, urging me to respond to his every touch. And oh, how my body responds. A soft moan escapes my lips as I feel his arousal for me, and it only intensifies as his tongue expertly explores my mouth.
I’m completely lost in the moment, giving in to every sensation coursing through me. It’s like every cell in my body craves his touch.
Rafferty breaks the kiss, only to peel off his jacket and urges me to do the same. I drop my purse to the floor and then he has me by the hand, leading me back to his bedroom. Once again, his mouth is on mine, palms gently cradling my face as the kiss begins anew with such tenderness.
He guides me until the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed. We both collapse onto its soft surface, his erection pressing against me and sending shivers down my spine. Unable to resist, I grind my hips against him, creating delicious friction between my legs that has me gasping aloud.
Even as our bodies move together—against each other—Rafferty maintains control over our kiss. His lips are demanding yet tender, exploring every inch of my mouth with his tongue, leaving me breathless and occasionally nibbling on my bottom lip with just enough force to make my body tingle.
As his hand slips under the soft knit of my sweater, I go still. His touch is like a feather, trailing up my ribs and leaving a spidery sensation in its wake. When he pulls down the cup of my bra to palm my breast, his body heat seeps into my skin, hardening my nipple against his touch.
Rafferty lifts his head and gazes into my eyes, his own filled with a mix of desire and wonder. “You’re so fucking sexy, Tempe. I could spend hours touching you.”
The thought that this beautiful man sees me in that light is unfathomable. “Really?”
He nods, his stare so intent, I want to squirm. “Yes, really. You’re so damn beautiful and smart and funny. I don’t know what possessed me to kiss you in that grocery store, but I think it might be the smartest thing I’ve ever done.”
His sincerity melts me, his words turning me on more than ever.
Rafferty removes his hand from beneath my sweater, but before I can mourn the loss of his warmth, he’s pulling it up and over my head. His fingers flick the front clasp of my bra and push the cups aside. He watches me for a moment before bringing his eyes back up to meet mine.
“You’re a dream,” he whispers before lowering his mouth to my chest.
His lips brush gently against the upper swells as my hands instinctively move to hold the back of his head to me. He continues to place light kisses all over me, moving lower until he flicks his tongue over my hardened nipple, then turns his cheek to rub his stubble over it. Sparks of pleasure dance before my eyes and I can’t help but let out a soft moan.
“Feel good?” he asks.
“Too good,” I gasp before taking in a deep breath. Because Rafferty leaves me breathless with every touch and caress.
His lips return to suck on me gently, then he licks and teases until I am practically trembling. Finally, he pulls back slightly and blows a soft breath over my nipple, causing it to harden even more. I didn’t think it was possible for it to become any more sensitive, but Rafferty proves me wrong.
With a swift movement, Rafferty pushes back and rises from the bed. He slowly pulls his dark, fitted sweater over his head, revealing inch after inch of muscled flesh starting at his chest and leading down to a perfect six-pack.