Page 179 of Love Unwritten
“I want to make sure you’re taken care of.” He kisses the corner of my mouth, and I lose it.
This man may say he likes me, but I’m not a fool. I know his feelings are more complex, so it is up to me to nurture his affection and help it bloom until he has no choice but to acknowledge it.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him so hard he forgets his original mission to get me up the ladder. I’m not sure how long we stand there, making up for lost time and growing sexual tension, but I pour everything into that kiss.
My appreciation, devotion, and love.
No conditions. No agenda. No expectations but the chance to show him how things could be with us, so long as he is willing to take a risk.
With a reluctant groan, I pull away first and reach for the ladder. My limbs tremble as I climb up to the second story. The barn’s loft is small but charming, with a full-size daybed facing the window overlooking part of Rafael’s property. There is a distressed writing desk in one corner with his latest barn expansion plans and a couple of books I forgot to take back to the house.
We have both hung out here on plenty of occasions, but never at the same time—until now.
Rafael wraps his arms around me from behind and rocks his hips into my ass. “We should go slow.”
“Your body seems to say the opposite.”
He spins me around, and my skin pebbles with anticipation.
“I’m trying to go about this the right way.”
“Can you start tomorrow? Because I really, really want to choose the wrong way.” I reach for the hem of his shirt and start lifting it.
His nostrils flare. “Elle.”
I brush my fingers across his abs. “Say it again.”
“Elle.” He groans this time when I slip my hand inside his joggers.
“Still want to go slow?” I grip his cock and pump once.
Next thing I know, I’m airborne before landing on the daybed with an oomph. My hair falls in front of my eyes, and I shove the strands away with a laugh.
The bed dips from Rafael’s weight as he places one knee on the mattress. “I’ll touch you on one condition.”
I rise to my elbows. “What?”
“Let me take you on a date tomorrow.”
My answer is easy. “Sure.”
He smirks. “You’re not going to play hard to get?”
I bite back a laugh. “Do you want me to?”
“You could make me work for it.”
“What do you think I plan on doing now?” I wink while spreading my legs.
His eyes drop toward my parted thighs, and his nostrils flare. My confidence remains strong as I drag my top over my head, revealing my simple bralette, scattered scars, and array of tattoos.
I never imagined I would be seducing Rafael Lopez, let alone talking about going on a date, but here I am, with my legs spread and my heart in my throat.
“Fuck.” He wipes a hand down his face.
“Already having regrets?”
“Only one.”