Page 95 of Trust Me With Forever

Rafe took my hand. “Come. I’m impatient to taste you again, love.”

As I tried to think of how he could do that, given his injuries, we hurried as much as Rafe could up the stairs to his bedroom.

Without a word, we both stripped quickly. I finished first and offered to help Rafe, but he shook his head.

Not wanting to poke his pride, I merely watched as he revealed his chest and legs and then his long, hard cock. Thenmy eyes focused on the healing tissue where they’d had to operate on him. “Are you sure you can do this tonight?”

He strode toward me, barely limping, until he could kiss me. His hands roamed my back, my ass, and then one stroked between my legs. I cried out as he lightly thumbed my clit.

“You’re so wet, wife. There’s no way I’m not tasting you tonight.”

Despite Rafe’s wicked fingers, I somehow made my brain work. “How? I’m not about to let you crouch down and risk hurting yourself.”

He removed his hand, and a playful glint entered his eyes. “I’m going to lie on the bed and you’re going to sit on my face.”

I blinked. “What?”

After kissing me gently, he said, “You heard me.”

Rafe went to the bed and slowly laid down. Then he motioned me closer, and my feet moved toward him. Once I reached the bed, I stared down at him. “Are you sure? I don’t want to squish you.”

He caressed my thigh, my hip, and then my waist. “I want to feel these beautiful legs in my hands as I drive you wild, love. Now, come here and make sure to hold on to the headboard.”

At the desire and love shining in Rafe’s eyes, my doubts vanished. No matter what anyone had said before about my thighs or hips or whatever, it didn’t matter. Because to Rafe, I was beautiful. I was perfect.

My eyes heated with tears, but I willed them away and climbed onto the bed. Rafe helped guide me into place, and as soon as he thrust his tongue inside me, I grabbed onto the headboard and moaned.

It became a blur as Rafe caressed my thighs and hips, guiding me into a rhythm, his tongue and lips and teeth torturing me. Slowly.

And meeting his gaze as he did it only made me hotter.

As he focused on my clit, I moaned. “Rafe. Please. I’m so close.”

He increased the pace of his tongue, adding his lips and teeth, and soon he suckled me hard. Lights danced before my eyes as my orgasm hit, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me.

Rafe drew it out, lightly stroking and suckling, until I went limp and slowly rolled to the side.

After kissing my shoulder, Rafe said, “I want more, Abigail. I want to be inside you.”

I cupped his cheek. “Me, too. Especially since I’ve been on the pill long enough to not need a condom.”

He growled. “Fuck, love. Yes. I need you. Tonight. You’ll help me heal faster.”

I snorted. “I somehow don’t think that’s how it works.”

Nuzzling my neck, he said, “You’re partly my medicine, love. You’ve already helped me heal so much in such a short time.”

“Rafe.”

“It’s true, Abby. Repairing relations with my sister, with West, and even embracing myself and allowing myself to be happy—it’s all because of you.”

I smiled. “I think we both would’ve gotten there, but we helped each other along faster. Because you helped me too, Rafael. Even without completely settling my past, I’m doing better. So much better.”

“Hmm, then just think of where we’ll be on our first anniversary.”

“I’d like to think that we’ll be waking up in some foreign country, enjoying our honeymoon for real.”

He kissed me. “I promise to make that happen. But first…”

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