Page 87 of Burn for You

His hands grip my ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he sucks on my clit. My body pulses with need for him, and I continue pushing my hips further into his touch as he continues taking his fill of me. He sucks and licks and teases me, leaving me writhing with need.

He leans back, looking up at me—a panting mess above him—but I have no shame, not even when I beg for more.

“Please, Rafael, more.” I close my eyes as my need takes control of my senses. And then my body flinches as a cool moisture hits my throbbing center. My eyes flutter open as I look down and Rafael smirks up at me.

He just spat on me.

“Oh my god.” I grab his head and pull it back towards me,needing his tongue back on me before I explode. So much for keeping my cool.

I’ve never felt so hot during sex. No one has ever made me feel like I need them closer, need them inside my skin. No one except Rafael.

I look down and see his dark eyes sparkling up at me from between my legs. I’m instantly horrified that any other woman has ever had the same view that I have right now. The overwhelming feeling that I want to be the only woman he touches like this from now on surges through me.

His grip on my ass tightens as I grind my hips, his hands setting the pace, matching the stroke of his tongue against my hot core.

“Rafael,” I moan. My fingers are ripping at his hair as an orgasm rips through my body, burning every cell it passes by before it erupts in my core.

I cry out, forgetting we are in a public place, before the aftershocks roll through me. Rafael pulls away, running a finger through my center before he puts my panties back in place. I’m still puffing with exhaustion.

“Wait,” I grab his hand. “What are you doing?”

He lifts my legs off his shoulders, leaving me standing on weak knees as he stands up. “I don’t want to fuck you.”

I frown, looking down at the gigantic bulge in his jeans. “It sure looks like you do.”

He shakes his head. “I won’t fuck you again. Not until you ask me to.”

“I’m asking you to.”

He smirks. “Not like this.”

He grabs the hem of my skirt, pulling it back down and covering me up. “You need to want it, to wantmeto be the one to do it, and not because you’re riding the high of an orgasm.” I frown.

“You come to me when you’re ready to stop pretending like sex is the only thing between us, and I’ll fuck you for as long asyou can take it. But until then,” he plants a kiss on my cheek, “that’s all you’re gonna get from me.”

He turns to open the door, and I scoff. “You know I could get that from anyone else?”

He smirks as he turns to face me. “Yeah, but you don’t want to, do you?”

And as he yanks on the chain and the light switches off above me, I realize just how much I truly hate him, because he’s right. I don’t want to.

I think that thread just snapped.

chapter thirty-two

RAFAEL

“Dio santo!What have you done to the place?” Nico runs a hand through his hair. “The beautiful wallpaper! No…”

“Nico,” I clap a hand on his shoulder. “If you love the wallpaper so much, you can put it in your own bedroom at home. I’m sure the girls you bring around will think it’s very masculine.”

He swats my hand away, and I just chuckle. The more time I spend with this kid, the lighter I feel. When I first met him, I thought he was a little psycho, but his energy breathes life into everyone around him, including me. “It was time for a change.”

I was scared that once we started renovating, I would regret it, but I don’t. I feel lighter. This feels right.

I’ve been working on putting Olive&Vine back together over the weekend, getting the framing lined up in the space that used to be my office and getting the insulation in. I barely took any breaks; I didn’t want to give myself any time to think about a certain blonde and how good she tasted on my tongue a couple of nights ago.

I told May I wouldn’t sleep with her until she asked me to, and it took all of my self-control to walk out of that closet.

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