Page 28 of Rafferty

I hear what he’s saying. The message is clear. Inside the four walls of this small room, there is no scheme to trick anyone.

He’s saying that his desire for me is about as real as it can get and I felt the thick ridge of it pressed into my lower stomach just a few moments ago.

I saw the look on Tansy’s face as our kiss broke apart. Just a split second before Rafferty pulled me in here and I could tell… she believed us. How could she not when my body has never reacted like this to any man? I wasn’t putting on an act, and obviously, neither was Rafferty.

A smirk forms on my face. “She could be outside that door right now with her ear pressed against it.”

I bet if she heard Rafferty nailing me in here, my screams slipping out under the door, she’d absolutely give up her quest.

“Could be.” Rafferty stalks toward me, his blue eyes blazing with heat. “But let’s not think about her. Instead, tell me if you meant it when you saidmore.”

My cheeks flush because I didn’t just say a simple word. I was giving an order, and now he wants to know if that was real.

I bite my lower lip, considering how crazy this all is. But then again, it’s been an absolute circus of fun since he first lip-locked me in the grocery store, and why shouldn’t I be allowed to partake in said fun? We’re consenting adults and we clearly dig each other.

There’s no faking my feelings on this. “I meant it.”

The expression on Rafferty’s face is a mix of surprise, desire, and maybe even a touch of vulnerability, but through it all, I see deep-seated lust. He closes the gap between us until I can feel the heat radiating off his body.

Without a word, he reaches out and cups my face in his hands, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. I squeeze my eyes shut at the sensation, savoring the moment, feeling our shared electricity crackling.

Bending down, he captures my lips in a searing kiss, a little quieter than the one we shared outside, but even more charged in its emotion. It’s like an explosion of fireworks in my chest, setting every nerve ending on fire. At this moment, there is nothing else in the world but the two of us, lost in each other.

I melt into his touch, clinging onto his wrists for balance as the subtle taste of champagne on his tongue tickles my senses. Our tongues collide in a fierce battle, each movement sparking electric waves of desire throughout my body.

Then I’m walking.

Or rather, he’s pushing and I’m moving.

Against a wall, once again, his big body allowing no escape. His thigh wedges between my legs and the oxygen is sucked from my lungs as pressure builds deep within. How can my body react so wantonly when he’s barely touched me?

In a sudden move that causes me to gasp, Rafferty pulls back from our kiss and I whimper in frustration at the loss of his lips on mine. My hands instinctively reach out to touch him, but he bats them away, a sense of urgency in his movements.

His blue eyes lock with mine for only a second before he drops to his knees before me. I stare down at the top of his head, at first unsure as to what he’s doing, then his hands are sliding under the hem of my gown. They drag up my legs, taking the silky material on a journey—up the sides of my calves, tickling behind my knees, over my thighs and straight up to the waistband of my panties.

I stare in fascination at his intense focus. With a surety that says he won’t be denied, Rafferty hooks his fingers into my panties and yanks them down my legs. It’s such a dominant, sexy move, I’m utterly gone for him.

His head tips back and he stares at me, assessing whether this is too much. He doesn’t need my permission, but I can tell he’s not moving a muscle until I verify that this not only crossed a line, but he’s not going to be gentle about it.

“More,” I say once again, hoping that’s enough.

He breathes out a sigh of relief, the warm air feeling sinful over my exposed skin as he quickly removes the last barrier between us. His hands return between my thighs and spreads them apart with a roughness that sends shivers down my spine.

“I need to taste you,” he growls with primal desire as he stares at my pussy. He licks his lower lip, at the same time lifting my leg and draping it over his shoulder.

This is happening.

This is actually happening.

“Oh God,” I moan as his mouth engulfs me, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

I arch my back off the cool tiled wall and grip his shoulders tightly, feeling the intensity of his worship. His tongue darts and flicks, exploring every inch of me with an expertise that leaves me breathless. My arousal builds swiftly, probably because we’re at Stone and Harlow’s wedding, in a bathroom, and this is so damn naughty. A tight knot of desire coils in the pit of my stomach and I’m already on the edge.

Rafferty’s hands grip my thighs harder, pulling me closer to him as he devours me. The roughness of his touch is thrilling, mixing with the pleasure I’m already feeling. His breath against me is warm and hungry as he continues to explore with his skilled mouth.

“Rafferty,” I whisper. A plea. “Don’t stop.”

Do not ever stop.

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