Page 49 of Rafferty

The thought that this beautiful man sees me in that light is unfathomable. “Really?”

He nods, his stare so intent, I want to squirm. “Yes, really. You’re so damn beautiful and smart and funny. I don’t know what possessed me to kiss you in that grocery store, but I think it might be the smartest thing I’ve ever done.”

His sincerity melts me, his words turning me on more than ever.

Rafferty removes his hand from beneath my sweater, but before I can mourn the loss of his warmth, he’s pulling it up and over my head. His fingers flick the front clasp of my bra and push the cups aside. He watches me for a moment before bringing his eyes back up to meet mine.

“You’re a dream,” he whispers before lowering his mouth to my chest.

His lips brush gently against the upper swells as my hands instinctively move to hold the back of his head to me. He continues to place light kisses all over me, moving lower until he flicks his tongue over my hardened nipple, then turns his cheek to rub his stubble over it. Sparks of pleasure dance before my eyes and I can’t help but let out a soft moan.

“Feel good?” he asks.

“Too good,” I gasp before taking in a deep breath. Because Rafferty leaves me breathless with every touch and caress.

His lips return to suck on me gently, then he licks and teases until I am practically trembling. Finally, he pulls back slightly and blows a soft breath over my nipple, causing it to harden even more. I didn’t think it was possible for it to become any more sensitive, but Rafferty proves me wrong.

With a swift movement, Rafferty pushes back and rises from the bed. He slowly pulls his dark, fitted sweater over his head, revealing inch after inch of muscled flesh starting at his chest and leading down to a perfect six-pack.

I can’t help but stare in awe, taking in every detail. Men like him are usually a distant fantasy, seen in movies or fitness magazines. But here he is, standing before me with an undeniable presence and a mouth-watering erection pushing against his jeans.

But what really has me near incineration is how Rafferty stares down at me, as if I’m the most perfect thing he’s ever seen. My heart pounds not just from desire, but from something that I think might be akin to love. It feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced before and it’s heightening all my senses, making me hungrier for him.

“Let’s get you naked,” Rafferty murmurs, stepping closer to the bed.

Then he peels off my clothes, from shoes to panties, with only slight help from me. I shrug out of my bra and lift my hips from the bed to shimmy out of my jeans. My hips jerk when his palm presses between my legs and he rumbles low in his throat. “Bet you’re so fucking wet right now.”

“Oh God,” I mutter, squeezing my eyes shut because the way he’s watching his hand between my legs is just too sinful.

But then his hand is gone and my eyes pop open. Rafferty pulls off his jeans, hungry eyes on me the entire time. He caresses my body with that ravenous look, as if I’ve cast a spell on him. I feel the same way, watching him watch me.

There’s no self-consciousness though. I even stretch out slightly, arching my back and thrusting my breasts forward, causing another growl to rumble out of his massive chest. He spins for the night table and pulls open the drawer, removing a condom.

I lift an eyebrow, my lips curling in amusement. He grins back at me. “I put a whole box in there this morning.”

“Smart man,” I purr.

Rafferty tosses the foil packet at me. “Why don’t you open that while I get rid of the rest of these clothes?”

“Like I said… smart man.”

Rafferty laughs and I grin as I pull the condom free.

My eyes lift to find Rafferty completely naked, his body a work of art. I want to take time with it, touch every inch with my hands and mouth and tongue. I stare boldly at the hard length jutting out and nearly swallow my tongue when Rafferty starts stroking himself.

“Oh wow,” I whisper in fascination. “I’ve… I’ve never seen a man do that before.”

Rafferty’s eyes flash darkly and he squeezes himself. “Keep talking like that and I’m going to embarrass myself.”

“We can’t have that now, can we?” I wave the condom at him. “Let’s get this on you.”

Rafferty crawls on the bed, but instead of taking the condom, he covers my body and resumes kissing me, this time with more heat and urgency. His teeth scrape against mine and his tongue lashes. One hand goes between my legs and a finger glides over my sensitive flesh, circling my clit and dipping inside to gather the wetness he produced.

He kisses me and runs lazy circles over that tight bud, over and over again until I think I might go crazy. My hips thrust against him, my fingers dig into his shoulders and an orgasm explodes so quickly and violently, I almost buck his body off mine.

“Fucking beautiful,” he groans, slipping a finger inside as my muscles quake around him.

I sigh as my body continues to pulse and throb with pleasure.

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