Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 157308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 787(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 787(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
“After all that, it’s not going to happen like this. When you’re angry and using me to feel something else, just so this can be another thing we don’t talk about the next morning. Another reason to hate yourself.”
My lips parted—the reply evaporated off my lips. Rafael’s eyes were grave, but clear. He backed toward the door.
“When we’re finally together, it’ll be slow, gentle, perfect. I’ll treat you like the royalty you are. The only one in this town of fakes and pretenders, who’s a queen. You won’t use me to hurt you, Luna. ’Cause I’ll do anything for you... but I’ll never do that.”
He turned to leave.
“Wait. Please, wait.” I slid between him and the door, taking his face in my hands. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “Give me that, Rafael. Sweet. Gentle. The way that I imagined it too”—I kissed him slow—“with you.”
“L-Luna.” My name was a ragged cry from his throat.
“That’s the same night it happened for me too. We danced and for the first time in months, on the very night I planned to commit the act that would change me forever, you made me do something I swore I never would again: laugh.
“You don’t hurt me, Rafael. You take the pain away. Make me feel like life can be worth living again, and I could live it with you. Before that feeling was too big for me to handle. It crowded out everything else and I thought I was failing Winter. Now I don’t care... because I just want you.”
He traced my lips—naked, open vulnerability etched into the lines of his handsome face. “You’re very persuasive when you’re naked.”
I giggled. “See,” I said, smiling softly. “There you go again.”
Rafael pressed his forehead against mine, eyes falling shut. I couldn’t say how I knew... that he was listening to the music.
He guided me toward the bed. The back of my knees hit the mattress and together we fell.
Rafael’s clothes came off within a stream of moans and whispered sweet-nothings. He rose up, taking my leg with him as he pressed lingering kisses on my ankle. I gulped laying eyes on the full glory of Rafael.
Wilder was thick, bulging muscles that made you sit up and take notice. While Rafael was lean and wiry. Underneath a surface of soft, tanned skin hid a ropey build that would not go down easily.
But I went down—trailing the dusting of chest hair to the defined V and where it met. My pulse picked up speed. The only thing that had ever been inside me were a few fingers, and those hurt going in. How would that long, hard, cut cock fit me without all the pain I swore I wasn’t looking for?
Rafael kissed down my leg, making my skin tingle and prickle like a thousand static shocks. I stopped breathing as he reached my middle, mouth millimeters from my folds, and moved up, nuzzling my stomach instead. Frustration I didn’t know I could feel squeezed a groan out of me.
He chuckled. “Patience, darling. You and I have nowhere to be for the next twenty-four hours. I plan to take my time.”
Our fingers wove together—unbreakable. “Can you have sex for twenty-four hours? What about food? Sleep? Water?” I teased.
“What about this?” He kissed me slow and sweet.
I hummed. “Excellent rebuttal.”
“Want to know my greatest regret?” he murmured against my lips.
“Tell me.”
“That I didn’t stick my head past that sheet and glimpse this sexy body ages ago.”
“Rafael,” I cried, smothering a laugh. “You regret not being a creeping perv?”
“Desperately.”
If his teasing and wicked jokes were meant to relax and loosen my muscles, they were doing just that. I slid my arms and legs around him, so happy to be there with him I could bust.
“You have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you, Sinclair? These lovelies...” He palmed my breasts, squeezing them to the soft “ooh” that escaped me. “Two round scoops of caramel ice cream just waiting to be licked.”
His tongue teased the tender underside of my breast. “Topped with sweet chocolate chips.” My nipple disappeared in his mouth.
Wetness dampened my folds as he flicked the helpless nub, curling my fingers tighter. He kissed a burning line to my other boob and tortured it in kind. Traces of him glistened on me—proof of the lovelies’ new experience.
Damn, why didn’t he stick his head in? And then his whole naked body after it? After I got done yelling at him, I’m ninety-nine percent sure I would’ve given in to temptation and ended this dance long ago.
“Down here,” he said, nose skimming over my belly button. “Is that where I get the hot, dripping fudge?”
Flames licked at my cheeks. My experience with sexy-talk was at a zero, but even I knew this was creative. Tempting me with food. You know me too well, Rafa.