Page 80 of Fix You

“Okay. What should it be?”

“You should pick it.”

Wrinkling my nose, I replied, “Me? But I don’t know anything about sex.”

With a cocky grin, Rafe countered, “You just said you didn’t live under a rock when it comes to sexual knowledge, so you should be fine.”

I scowled at him. “Whatever.”

Rafe’s expression grew serious. “This really needs to be personal to you.”

As an endless stream of words flickered through my mind, one stood out. “Rose,” I pronounced. Little Rose had been my childhood nickname. But I wasn’t a little girl anymore. Tonight I would become a woman for real.

“Rose it is,” he pronounced with a smile.

I watched as he bent over and reached for his pants. My brows furrowed as he took out his wallet. But at the sight of the foil wrapper, I understood and couldn’t keep the flush from warming my cheeks. After everything that had transpired tonight, I don’t know why I was suddenly embarrassed about a condom.

When he caught my eye, Rafe asked, “Are you on birth control?”

“No,” I murmured.

“Pity. I would love to come inside you.”

Unable to hide my curiosity, I couldn’t help asking, “Why?”

Desire glittered in Rafe’s eyes as he took his cock in his hand. My gaze dropped to watch him slide the condom over his length. “Because it would be like marking you as mine.”

At his words, Oisin’s words echoed in my ear, and the energy shifted in the room. Sensing my unease, Rafe quickly dropped down beside me. “I’m yours, and you’re mine, Maeve. Just us. No one else is here. It’s our moment.”

“O-Okay,” I replied, sounding as unsure as I felt.

Despite him giving me so much pleasure earlier in the evening, apprehension continued pricking along my spine. My mouth ran dry, and I nervously licked my lips.

Rafe eased in beside me on the bed. As his hand slid over my abdomen, I sucked in a harsh breath and fought not to tense up. My knees remained firmly together.

Instead of forcing them with his hand, Rafe’s breath warmed against my breast. “Open yourself to me, Tesoro.”

My brain sent message after message to my legs to widen, but they just wouldn’t obey. As if he could sense my tension, Rafe’s teeth grazed against my nipple before he gave me the tiniest love bite.

At my gasp of pleasure, my legs fell involuntarily open. Cool air swirled around my hot, aching core. Rafe’s warm hand cupped me there. His fingers began to swirl around my center.

Gradually, my apprehension started to wane. I focused on the pleasure building between my legs. Rafe continued to lick and suck my nipple. Closing my eyes, I bit down on my lip as the pleasure began to overwhelm me.

At the feel of his finger at my opening, my eyes flew open. “Easy, Tesoro,” he murmured against my breast.

Before I could tense up, Rafe gradually began to swirl the finger inside me. The fact that he didn’t force it helped relax me. Histhumb began to rub against my clit. “Mmm,” I murmured, as my legs fell wantonly apart.

“That’s my beautiful Tesoro. Listen to how wet I’m making you.”

His dirty talk was like a bullseye hitting a target. My ears focused on the sound, which made me miss him sliding another finger deep inside me, which amplified my pleasure. As his fingers pumped in and out of me, his thumb continued rubbing my clit.

I turned my head on the pillow as my fingers gripped the sheets. My hips began to rise on their own violation. “That’s it, my good girl. Take your pleasure. Make yourself come all over my fingers.”

A moan escaped my lips at his words and actions. My chest rose and fell in harsh breaths. “Rafe, I’m close.”

Answering my plea, Rafe sped up the pace of his fingers while my hips furiously rose against his hand. And then I reached the peak. Screaming his name, I vaulted my hips off the mattress as my walls convulsed on his fingers.

With me still focused on the aftershocks of pleasure, he rose up between my thighs. Through my hazy eyes, I stared up into his hooded ones. Rafe dipped his head to bring his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, drawing him closer. As our tongues tangled around each other, my hips began to rise, desperate for friction. Even after two orgasms, I found I was still insatiable.