Page 62 of Trust Me With Forever

And yet, I was tired of being cautious. Tired of punishing myself for something Travis had done to me. Tired of longing to be touched again, to experience the intimacy of sex that would temporarily make me forget about being lonely.

“I want you, Rafe. Touch me.”

He put out his hand, palm up, and I dropped my shirt to place mine in his. He tugged, and I went to him until I stood between his legs. I could feel his hot breath through my shirt, my nipples begging for his touch as wetness rushed between my thighs.

He lightly traced me through the material of my top, and I sucked in a breath. His dark brown eyes met mine. “Last chance—do you want me to suck these hard little nipples before I make you come?”

I squeezed my thighs together and licked my lips. “Yes.”

His hands went to the hem of my shirt and lifted. Inch by inch, the material brushed over my sensitive skin, until finally hereached my breasts. Instead of tugging the shirt off, he moved the material up and down, snagging my nipples, and I cried out.

“I’ve dreamed of this, Abigail. Every night since I returned to Starry Hills.”

Before I could think too much about that revelation, he tugged off my top and took a nipple into his mouth.

He lightly nibbled and suckled, and I had to put my hands on his shoulders to stay standing. Each tug or pull or lick made my knees even weaker. And once he repeated it all over again with the other side, I was nearly whimpering.

He finally released me, kissed the top of my breast tenderly, and then ran his hands down my side, up again, and then to the waist of my shorts. “Let me see all of you, Abigail. Let me taste you again.”

I nodded, and he said, “Tell me with words. I don’t want you to regret this later.”

My temper sparked, and I raised my chin. “You’d better eat my pussy now, Rafe, or I may knee you in the balls again.”

He chuckled before taking my lips in a rough, demanding kiss. Then he murmured, “As my lady wishes.”

After standing, he slowly tugged off my shorts, until I had to step out of them. Since I didn’t wear underwear to bed, I stood naked in front of him.

His hands went to my waist, lifted, and he set me on the tall chair. His fingers caressed my cheek, so softly that I could barely feel it. Combined with the awestruck look in his eyes, my own heated with tears.

No man had ever looked at me like that before—as if I were the most precious thing in the world, the person they wanted to treasure and keep forever.

It’s not for forever, Abby. Remember that.

His brows drew together, but then his expression cleared and he ran his hands down my neck, my shoulders, and then cupped my breasts.

Leaning down, he kissed one and then the other. “You’re so fucking perfect, Abigail, so beautiful.”

Memories threatened to return, ones of my ex saying I was too small-chested or that my hips were too wide or that my thighs were too thick.

But I quickly shoved them aside. Right here, right now, I wanted Rafe to help me make new memories to replace the old. Even if it wasn’t forever, it would help. I knew it would.

His hands cupped my face before he kissed me. Slowly, tenderly, taking his time to sample and nibble and caress.

Part of me wanted to tell him to hurry up. And yet, another part of me reveled in feeling treasured, special, and desired.

I widened my legs and pulled him closer. Needing to feel more of him, I ran my hands under his shirt and moaned at how hot and hard his chest was.

His hands traveled down my body until he pressed my legs even wider. One hand moved along my inner thigh, stopping to caress the crease where my leg met my torso, and my pussy throbbed.

He was so close, and yet in no hurry.

I growled with impatience.

Rafe chuckled, kissed the tip of my nose, and said, “The anticipation will only make it better, love. Trust me.”

I may not be able to trust him with my heart. But when it came to orgasms, he’d already given me a mind-blowing one. So I replied, “I will. But no edging me for hours. I still want to see the stadium.”

His hand moved from the crease of my leg to lightly brush my entrance. The touch was featherlight, barely there, and yet I cried out at the sensation.

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