Page 75 of The Eleventh Hour
“Take it back,” he growls again, “or I’ll never stop.”
“Promises, promises,” I tease.
His hot mouth descends on me again until I’m a liquid mess, helplessly grabbing onto the sheets and arching into him. He climbs up my body and sinks into me slowly.
“This is slow, sweetness, pay attention.”
“Fuck your slow,” I say almost incoherently.
He slams into me, and then stops all movement. “Slow.” He pulls out, and then, with agonising slowness, sinks into me again.
I wrap my legs around him and smile into his shoulder. “Please, I need you.”
He freezes. “Magic words. Evil girl.”
Rafe pulls out and lifts my legs over his shoulders and slams back in. “All right, fuck slow.”
“Rafe, please.”
“Oh, god, you’re so damn wet. Tight. Touch yourself, baby. I need to see you come.”
I squeeze one of my breasts and reach down between us to stroke my clit. In moments, I’m there on the edge.
“Come for me,” Rafael growls in a dark voice. Our eyes lock. I’m safe. I’m safe with this man.
I shatter, and he explodes into violent movements, slamming into me over and over until he goes rigid. This time, he collapses on me.
“It's official. I’m going to have to keep you now,” he whispers into my ear.
“If I was a sensible girl, I’d run right now.” I tease back, wishing his words didn’t give me a tingle of fear.
“If I was a sensible guy, I’d tie you to the bed until I convinced you to stay with me.”
“That requires far too much energy. I’m old.”
He explodes with helpless laughter. “You are not old.”
“I am. I have grey hair and saggy bits.”
“You are flavoured. Not old. Never old.” Rafael kisses me softly. “I think you’re perfect.”
“You wouldn’t change anything?” I ask and wonder if he’s telling me the truth.
“Not a hair.”
I kiss his shoulder. “I wouldn’t change anything about you, either.” I mean it.
A knock on the door has me tensing. Rafael groans and lifts off me to slide to the side of the bed.
“What, Dane?”
“We have to go to the Harmon dinner. You’re getting ready soon, aren’t you?” Dane growls.
I glance at Rafael and press my hand to my lips to hold the laughter in. His eyes are wide.
“Bit soon, don’t you think, taking me home to meet Dad?” Rafe asks.
I completely lose it, laughing until tears stream down my cheeks. Rafe lies on the bed watching, smiling softly. When my tears change, he holds me close and whispers softly in my ear the same two words over and over.