Page 138 of Love Unwritten
“You can call me crazy. It’s okay.”
“You’re more than that.” He kisses the corner of my mouth, making my heart jolt like I just took some electric paddles to the chest.
I don’t get to ask him to elaborate because my mind goes completely blank once his lips press against mine.
My thoughts quiet and my body turns numb as the whole world ceases to exist before it comes roaring back to life.
My toes curl. My spine tingles. And my heart could simply burst as Rafael Lopez kisses me like he was born to. Like his lips were created to perfectly match the shape of mine.
He is slow at first, and I follow his pace. It is torture of the best kind, especially when he groans against my lips and sinks his fingers deeper into my hair.
When he doesn’t show an initiative to explore more, I’m the one who teases him. First, with my hands running over his chest and arms, and then with the flick of my tongue across the seam of his mouth.
His soft groan, barely audible over the sound of our breathing, spurs me on. With a scrape of my teeth against his bottom lip, he opens, and things shift.
One moment, we are sitting face-to-face. The next, I’m underneath him with my back pressed against the couch cushions and his mouth devouring mine. It isn’t a soft claiming but rather a full-blown takeover of my mind and body.
I absolutely love every single second of it, and the thought of it only happening once makes my heart heavy.
I’m not sure how long we kiss, but a knot forms in my throat as I feel Rafael slowing down. I cling to him without meaning to, and he rewards my burst of need with another deep, toe-curling kiss that leaves me breathless and aching for more.
Kissing him feels so damn right that I fear everyone else will always feel wrong.
It hits me then that our deal was a stupid one from the moment we made it. A thousand kisses wouldn’t be enough, let alone one.
I can’t find it in me to regret it, though. I refuse to because I’d rather know what it feels like to kiss Rafael once than to never have experienced it at all.
He pulls back to look me in the eyes.
“Did I disprove your hypothesis?” he asks with that sexy smirk of his.
“I’m afraid not,” I lie.
His eyes narrow jokingly. “You liar.”
“There, there. Not everyone can be good at everything.” I pat his chest, noting how fast his heart is beating. It fills me with satisfaction to know I’m not the only one affected by a single kiss.
“I’m not everyone.”
“Nope, you’re just the someone who uses too much tongue.”
He leans in, and I sharply inhale as his lips nearly touch mine. “Let’s try again.”
“We agreed to only one,” I say, a little too breathless.
His burning gaze meets mine. “I’m open to renegotiation.”
“No.” Especially not after he made me feel like that with a single kiss. My head is still spinning, and it doesn’t look like it’ll be stopping anytime soon.
“If that’s what you want…” He rotates his hips, and I suck in a breath as his hard length presses into me.
Stopping him from doing more isn’t what I want, but it’s what we need. That and some new boundaries because this man has been tearing them down left and right.
We don’t have a future, or at least not one that includes kisses like that. It becomes painfully clear that Rafael can be my friend but nothing more, for not only my sake but for his son, who needs me.
With a reluctant sigh, Rafael rolls off me and stands before offering me his hand to help me sit up. He doesn’t let go even after I’m upright, so I’m the one who has to pull away this time.
“Where do we go from here?” He tucks his hands behind his back.