Page 73 of The Eleventh Hour
Rafael nods and turns sideways so I can step into their home. I feel diminished this time. In the other times I’ve been here, I’ve not been at my best, but this time, my back is to the wall, I’ve run out of wriggle room.
“Where’s Dane?”
“He’s out. He’ll be back later.” Rafael takes my bag and takes it down the hallway to put it in his room. He pauses with his hand on his doorknob and glances at me. I nod and follow him into his room. There’s an awkwardness that I can’t shift, but he’s completely relaxed and puts my bag on the chair in the corner. I didn’t appreciate this room the last time. It’s all grey, thick plush carpet, plain, modern. There is nothing personal in this room at all. An empty void, exactly how I’ve been living my life. He understands, on some level, he knows what I’m feeling, and that slim connection is enough.
“Do you want to-”
I wind my arms around his neck, stand on my tiptoes, and press my lips against his. His hands encircle me from behind, and he groans, opening his mouth and kissing me back. I nip at his bottom lip.
“Jax, we don't have to-”
“I want to. I need this.” My husky whisper surprises us both. “Rafe. I need you. Make me forget. Make me feel good.”
The words seem to have a physical effect on him. His pupils dilate, and his whole body tenses. He wants me as much as I want him, and I need…I need to have a choice. I need to choose, and I choose him. Now. In this moment.
I reach up and unbutton his shirt, button by button. As soon as enough skin is revealed, I lean forward and place an open-mouthed kiss on his shoulder. He is breathing hard and holding himself so still.
“You have stuff going on in your-” he yips when I nip his chest, “-life, I just want to be sure-”
“Rafe, I’m sure,” I purr and lick a path up his neck to his lips. “Touch me.”
He shakes his head, but his hands rise to grip my hips and flex as I suck the skin on the side of his neck. His nobility and kindness just make me want this more. I know I’m a bit out of control, but I can’t find it in me to regret it. It feels right.
I reach for his pants and undo his belt, slowly giving him time. His hands are warm, moving over my jeans, up under my top, stroking my skin everywhere like he needs to map every part of me. I wanted before; I needed before, but now I burn for it.
I’m a runaway train, and there is no stopping us, this. It’s happening. I can see it in his face.
“Sweetness, take off your clothes,” he pants as I push his shirt down his arms.
“In a moment, I want to see you.” I smile to soften the words.
I press my hand against his stomach, and he steps back, his pants dropping. Rafe lets out a low groan that makes my stomach flutter. I shove his shoulder, and his knees catch the bed, and he falls back. I drag his boxers down at the last minute.
He lays back on his elbows and goes to sit up.
“No, don’t move.”
“Jax, what?”
I slowly lower my eyes to the thick, hard cock that juts up between his legs. It’s mine, for me. I feel like a goddess with this ultimate power. It’s a fantasy I refuse to let go of. I shrug my shoulders, and my jacket falls off. The confusion in his eyes fades as he watches me with a ravenous stare. I drag my t-shirt up and throw it across the room. I’m wearing the black lace bra that Dane bought. At the thought of Dane, a tiny niggle of hesitation crops up, but I crush it.
I unbutton my jeans and slide them over my hips. My cheeks burn slightly, and I wait to see if there is anything in his eyes that’s going to make me find my clothes and leave, but if anything, his eyes burn brighter.
“Jax, you’re beautiful. So damn sexy. Please, let me touch you.”
I shake my head and bite my bottom lip as I reach around to undo my bra as I kick off the panties. He sucks in his breath, and I move closer. He sits up and grabs me around the backs of my thighs, dragging me in between his legs and kissing my stomach. I want to beg now, but before I can, his fingers skate up over my hips and dip to my ass, squeezing hard enough that all the words evaporate in a gasp of pure pleasure.
Rafe strokes his hands up my torso, over my ribs, before he cups my aching breasts, kneading them. He teases with flicks and pinches before his hot mouth latches on, sucking and biting gently. I press into him, holding his head to me, and whimpering softly. But it’s not enough, and I’m too impatient to wait. I draw backwards, away, and reluctantly, he lets me go.
“Up on the bed, Rafe.”
He growls and slides backwards into the centre of the bed. I crawl after him until I find the position I’ve been aching for. I grind my wet cunt along the hard ridge of his cock, rocking as he pants.
It’s been a long time since I’ve trusted anyone to be naked with them. Idly, I wonder what makes this man different, but then he arches up into me, and the thought shatters and fades.
“Fuck!” he throws his head back, then sits up, wrapping himself around me. Our lips clash together in a kiss that makes me lose my mind. I lift as he positions himself.
“Slow-” Rafe says slowly.