Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
“Everything okay?” I asked.
He gave me a terse nod. “It’s nothing.”
He wasn’t acting as if his call went well, but I had already learned that getting Rafa to open up about something he didn’t want to discuss was nearly impossible. So I didn’t press the issue. Instead, when he sat back down, I leaned forward to brush my lips against his and murmured, “I’m glad you’re back.”
It was the first time I had been the one who initiated a kiss, and he rewarded me by dragging me onto his lap and burying his face in my hair. “So damn sweet.”
“Only with you,” I confessed.
He smirked at me. “Damn straight. That’s how it’s supposed to be.”
When he said possessive stuff like that, it gave me a feminine thrill. I loved knowing that he was so affected by me, especially since I couldn’t resist him.
His lips trailed down my neck, and I shivered. He turned me to straddle him and gave me a kiss that quickly spiraled out of control.
I was practically panting in need when he finally ripped his mouth from mine. “Fuck, cara. I need to be inside you so damn bad.”
This was one of many kisses that had exploded into intense passion. The first time it happened, I hesitantly confessed to Rafa that I had never slept with Chet…or anyone else. His reaction to me being a virgin wasn’t what I expected. He’d said that knowing he’d be my first gave him enough strength to wait until I was ready. Which was how I’d ended up alone in bed, yet again, that night. After being stomped on by Chet for two years, I struggled to be brave enough to tell Rafa that I didn’t want to wait any longer. I blamed it on our relationship moving at warp speed, and I still hadn’t officially called off my engagement. But he’d just given me the perfect opening, so I whispered, “I need you, too. Please, Rafa.”
Nothing more was said as he shot to his feet with me still in his arms and stalked across the house and up the stairs to his bedroom.
He was gentle as he laid me on the mattress, planting his fists on either side of my shoulders as he bent over me. With his lips only inches from mine, he rasped, “This is where I’m finally going to take you and mark you as mine.”
He didn’t wait for my reaction before crashing his mouth against mine. Just like with every other kiss he’d given me, he stole my breath and enveloped me in a sensual fog. Only this time, he didn’t hold back.
His muscular body pressed against mine, with his hard-on pushing against my already drenched core. But with the layers of clothing between us, I needed more.
“Please,” I gasped into his mouth.
Putting all of his weight onto one arm, he slid his other hand up to collar my throat. I gulped, more out of excitement than fear, and it made me even more aware of his hold. My inner walls clenched, and he proved how in tune he was with me when heat flared in his dark orbs. “Please what, cara?”
“I don’t know what I need, but I know you can give it to me.”
“That’s right, Vivienne,” he purred, tightening his hold for a moment before sliding his hand down to cup my breast. “I’m the only man who will ever give your sweet body what it craves. Because you’re mine. And nobody touches what belongs to me.”
Instead of making me feel like just an object for his desire, his words filled me with a sense of belonging. The fierce desire shining from his dark orbs left no doubt that he wanted me. There were no ulterior motives. Just the burning passion between us.
“Then do what you said…take me and mark me as yours.”
Rafa’s hand traced the curve of my jaw before tilting my chin up, his intense gaze locking with mine. “Brava ragazza.”
Being called a good girl in Italian sent a shiver down my spine, heat blooming in my chest…and my pussy. I had no idea what I liked in bed—except for Rafa to be there with me—but I was quickly discovering that I might have a praise kink.
Before I could catch my breath, his lips descended onto mine, claiming me with an urgency that made my pulse race. The naked hunger in his kiss gave me the courage to slide my hands beneath his shirt so I could stroke his broad chest.
He ripped his mouth from mine with a deep groan. “We have too many fucking clothes between us. Gotta get 'em off. Now.”
“Yes, please,” I panted.
As he unsnapped my jeans, I reached down to lift my sweater over my head, but Rafa wrapped his hands around my wrists to stop me. “No, cara. While I waited to get you naked in my bed, I pictured this many times. You didn’t help in any of my fantasies, so you’re not going to now.”