Page 17 of Endlessly Raphael
“Aww, are you saying I was just too good to pass up?”
That makes Raphael smile. “You must be aware of your charm and the way you carry yourself. I don’t think anyone you set your sights on has a chance.”
“Nope.” I lean across the seat and lick his cheek. “And I’m more than open to a repeat.”
His eyes heat as he focuses on me, probably for longer than he should. “Good. So am I.”
He returns his attention to the road and within minutes we’re in one of the city’s best areas. I laugh to myself. Here I thought his modest car meant he could use some cash, but if this is where he lives, I’m the only broke person in this car.
Raphael drives down into a parking garage, swinging the car into a spot. I notice several high-end cars, a motorcycle, an SUV, and then the sedan he drove last night. He leads me to an elevator, and I shake my head.
“You live in this building?”
“I do. We own it, actually. It has a few other residents in it, but we occupy one floor of individual units. We’re very close knit.”
I nod, watching the elevator numbers rise. When the door dings and slides open, we exit and enter another room that is more like a wing. The walls are lined with closed doors, but in the middle is what looks like a big entertainment room with lots of furniture, bookshelves, window seats, and a massive TV. It’s full of people too, who all stop talking once they notice us.
Raphael grips my shoulder as we approach. I’m pretty sure he didn’t intend to introduce me to everyone yet, but I guess it would be rude not to. The man I met earlier, Syn, is sitting in an armchair with another man on his lap, stroking Syn’s hair. I wonder how he beat us here if we had his car.
Two other men, one with long blond hair and the other with short, curly hair, sit with their legs tangled together. There are two women sitting at a small round table with a puzzle between them. A door opens behind us and two more men step out, both of them stopping when they see us. The taller one raises an eyebrow as he focuses on Raphael.
“Uh, hi, everyone,” Raphael says. “This is Haven.” He looks at me. “This is my family. We can get names another time.” Then he grabs my wrist and leads me down the hall.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
“Yes. I just didn’t plan to have everyone around. I didn’t want to overwhelm you or explain.”
“They looked at me like I was an alien.”
He chuckles as he opens a door to an apartment. “They aren’t used to seeing me bring someone here. I never have.”
“Really? I feel special.” I press against him once we’re inside. “I’ll be the first man in your bed?”
“You will,” he says, his eyes heating. “And now we have time to truly explore.”
“We do.” I loop my arms around his neck. “Why don’t you show me this bed and make it hard for me to walk tomorrow.”
Raphael grins. “I can do that.”
SEVEN
Raphael
I walk Haven backward to my bedroom, indulging in the taste of his flesh with kisses. He clings to me, rubbing against my body, and the desire coursing through us both is enough to erase the awkward interaction with my family moments ago.
When we reach the bedroom, I lift Haven off his feet and toss him on the bed, stalking towards him as I peel off my shirt. He props himself up on his elbows, gazing at me with pretty eyes and a predatory smirk on his lips. It’s nice to be hunted once in a while.
“I thought my luck ran out a while ago,” Haven says, licking his lips. “But I think it kicked back in. Finding you had to be good luck.”
After I kick off my jeans, I pull off his boots and climb onto the bed, hovering over his body. “However it happened, let’s just be grateful for it.”
Haven nods, his eyes heating as he watches me drag the zipper of his jumpsuit down. The more skin I expose, the harder my cock grows. Something about this man intoxicates me. I drag my nose from his neck to his stomach, moaning softly as he tangles his fingers in my hair. My mouth waters and my gums throb with need. I close my eyes to calm myself. Haven draws my beast to the surface.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
Smiling, I shake my head and open my eyes, focusing on him. “Nothing. Just pacing myself. You turn me on like no one else has.”
He grins, twisting a lock of my hair around his finger. “You don’t have to flatter me. I’m a sure thing. I’ll even marry you.”