Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Crushing her against my chest, I kissed her damp hair and unwound it from the elastic she’d used to bind it. I threaded my fingers through her locks, dragging my lips down her cheek until I could meet her lips with mine.
“I love you, Lexi,” I said into her mouth. She shook her head and drew back, apparently less sexually galvanized by my confession than I had been by hers. I saw tears shine in her eyes.
“You can’t mean that,” she said.
“Why the hell can’t I mean that? It’s true,” I said. I wanted to shake her, to fuck her helpless until she believed me.
“Because no one has ever said that to me. Never. Not my whole life,” she said, her voice shaking. Her words twisted in my chest.
“I’ll be damned if you live another day without hearing it. Without hearing it every day. Maybe no one saw you before for who you really are, but I see you and goddammit, Lexi. I love you. You have to believe that,” I practically growled. She slumped into my arms. I held her close, her tears gutting me.
“How does someone like me get you and Leo? Even one of you even for one night, that would be more than I have any right to expect.”
“You have every right. Do I need to show you?” I said, torn between passion and anger that she’d been taught she didn’t get to have love or devotion in her life.
“Show me, please,” she whispered into my neck, her voice small and lost.
I moved back from her long enough to peel off my shirt just to get her skin-to-skin with me. She took off her tank top, pressed her chest to mine, her soft stomach against mine, her hard nipples rubbing sensuously against my chest. They were almost sharp, and I wanted to devour one, but she needed reassurance, comfort, a romantic kiss, not my greedy mouth on her gorgeous little tits.
I ran my hands up her sides, stroking the curve under her breasts with my thumbs. I dipped my face to hers and our lips met. The soft sweetness, the tender cling of her lips ran through me like fire. It was so delicate, so restrained that it drove me wild. It was all I could do to keep kissing her like that, to touch my tongue to hers and slide my hands up her naked back like a man making love and not a starving man at a feast.
She moved against me rhythmically, the same way my tongue was stroking the roof of her mouth, soft and sinuous, like the sexiest dance. I loved the wet strands of her hair brushing my fingers as my hands gripped her back, loved the way her hands were on my face, as if she couldn’t bear the thought of my moving away from her mouth.
“I want you bare,” I said. “Nothing between us. I’ve never had a woman that way, and I want it to be you. I want you to feel how deep I am inside you skin on skin.”
“Yes,” she said into my mouth, almost a whimper. “I can’t stand it, Rafe. I need that.”
Lexi was trembling under my hands. If I moved away from her, I knew she’d collapse onto the mattress because the only thing holding her up was me. I cupped her head in my palm and wrapped my other arm around her waist, taking her down, lowering her onto the bed. She was spread bare for me, and I wanted her every way imaginable in that moment. I could see her sex, plump and glistening with wetness between her creamy thighs, her curls damp from the flood of moisture her arousal had let loose. I wanted to lick it all up, wanted to curl my fingers inside her until she creamed all over my hand. I wanted to flip her over and fuck her face down on the bed and make her sob with pleasure as I filled her with my aching cock. I wanted to sit her in my lap and pump her up and down on my dick until she fell apart and admitted that my dick was the best she’d ever had. No matter what I said about not being jealous of Leo, in the heat of the moment, I wanted to make her all mine. Taking her bare would be a mark on her sure as a tattoo, and he might make her come but she’d never be his, some primal caveman voice in my brain insisted.
Most of all, I was proud that I was the first man to love her. I knew Leo was falling for her, that he’d say it, too, and she’d love him soon if she didn’t already. Now this was just the two of us. If I felt more possessive toward Lexi than I ever had in my life, I had a chance to show her that.