Page 76 of Fix You

“Fuck, I love hearing my name coming off your lips.”

“And I love what you’re doing to me.” And I really did. I had no idea it could be this way. All this time a world of sexual pleasure was waiting for me. I only had to find the right partner.

Pinching my eyes closed, my head lolled back. “I’m close…so close.”

As my hips kept up a frantic pace, Rafe’s mouth suctioned hard on my clit. It was just what I needed to send me spiraling over the edge. My walls began to convulse. Calling out Rafe’s name again, I tugged and jerked at the strands of his hair as I rode out the harsh, yet glorious waves of the orgasm.

There were seconds when time ceased to exist. Moments where I couldn’t do anything but focus on the overwhelming pleasure ricocheting through my lower half.

And then when I started to come to myself, every molecule in my body seemed to shudder and restart. Overwhelmed by what I’d experienced, I fell forward into Rafe’s waiting arms.

Tears overflowed my eyes to stream down my cheeks as my chest rose and fell with harsh sobs. This emotional high was what I’d heard about, read about, and seen in countless movies.

But it was all real, and it was all mine.

Rafe tensed in my arms. “Oh God, Maeve, what have I done?”

Pulling my head up, I smiled at him through my tears. “You’ve given me the most amazing gift.”

Relief flashed in his eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, oh yes, Rafe.” I brought my hands to his face before I kissed both of his cheeks. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I kept saying. Even as the tears continued to flow, I couldn’t keep the smile from my face.

“Oh Maeve,” Rafe muttered. I could’ve sworn there were tears in his eyes.

A sudden pounding came at the hotel room door, causing me to jump. Had my brothers found us? “Oh God,” I murmured.

“Who is it?” Rafe called.

“Sir, it’s me,” Milos called.

“Coming,” Rafe called. Turning back to me, he began folding the rumpled duvet around me. When I was sufficiently covered, he gave me a tight smile before hustling over to the door.

After he opened it, Milos’s gaze stared past Rafe to me sitting disheveled on the edge of the bed. His face reddened before he looked down at his feet. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but your sister has been trying to reach you. Ms. Kavanaugh's absence has been noticed. Mrs. Kavanaugh has called many times.”

At my gasp, Rafe threw a glance at me over his shoulder. “It’s fine.”

“But they know I’m gone.”

“That doesn’t mean they know who you’re with.” Turning to Milos, he said, “I’ll call her now. Thank you.”

Milos nodded as Rafe closed the door. As he started over to the nightstand for his phone, I asked, “What are you going to tell Caterina?”

“The truth.” At my squeak of alarm, he winked. “A version of the truth.”

Rafe had barely dialed when Caterina picked up. “Where are you?” she hissed over the speaker.

“I’m at the Parker House.” He glanced at me. “With Maeve.”

Caterina began furiously shouting in Italian. “Kitty Cat, would you stop? It’s not like that.”

“In a way it is,” I mused with a smile.

He shot me a look. After arguing with his sister in Italian, Rafe finally thrust the phone at me. “Here. You try talking to her.”

“Caterina?”

A pause came over the line. “Maeve? What the hell is going on?”