Page 215 of Love Unwritten
His narrow. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“I’ll do anything to keep them.”
His nostrils flare. “Anything?”
I nod with a grin.
“We’ll see about that. Now, get your ass out of here and into my bed before I change my mind.”
My core pulses with a need so strong that I teeter as I scramble to my feet. When I reach for the latch on the stall, Rafael calls my name, so I look over my shoulder.
“Yeah?”
“Grab the white box in my closet, but whatever you do, don’t open it.”
I bat my lashes. “Anything else?”
“Lose the clothes.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
Ellie
Taking my clothes off and finding the white box Rafael had mentioned was easy, but following his directions was not. My self-control is put to the test as I battle between following Rafael’s command or not.
Part of me wants to disobey, but something tells me to keep my hands to myself and wait, so I spend the next however many minutes tossing and turning in bed.
Rafael takes his sweet time in the barn, which only floods my body with more adrenaline. I’ve had enough partners to know what I like in the bedroom, but I have a feeling Rafael is going to put those ideas to the test, starting with whatever the hell is in the white box.
It can’t be bigger than a shoebox and weighs about the same as a pair of boots. I thought it could be the vibrator from my search history, but I’m starting to have doubts.
Special lube? A set of butt plugs? Maybe some anal beads or nipple clamps?
My mind goes wild, thinking up all the possibilities until a door slams in the distance. The hairs on my arms stand up, and my skin tingles at the sound of footsteps. Goose bumps spread across my arms as I pull at the sheet and readjust my position on the bed.
My heart outpaces Rafael’s heavy feet stomping up the stairs, although I can hardly hear him stepping inside the room over the sound of the blood rushing to my ears.
“You didn’t take a peek inside?” He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it to the floor before yanking off his shorts. He stands in front of me in nothing but a pair of briefs that do little to hide his erection.
“Did you look inside?” he enunciates each word.
I shake my head hard.
“Are you sure?” He presses one knee onto the bed, followed by the other. The mattress dips under his weight as he crawls over my body.
“I wanted to, but I didn’t.”
“That’s my girl.”
I never knew how much I wanted to be his girl until he said it. My heart goes into a spiral, the beats climbing so fast that I become concerned about my cardiac health.
He kisses me hard then. No precursor or warning glance. No teasing, biting, or longing stares at my mouth. Just his lips crushing against mine until the whole world goes dark behind my eyelids.
Our mouths fuse together, and my thoughts scatter until I’m only thinking about him. He breaks away at one point to get rid of the sheet between us, but his mouth is back on mine in seconds like he never left.
The way Rafael kisses me is almost as addictive as the way his fingers roam over my body.
His touch is comforting yet possessive at the same time, and I’ve never felt more cherished than I do as he crawls backward until he is positioned between my legs.