Page 126 of Burn for You

I come apart at his words, screaming out and holding him even tighter to me as he groans, pumping into me recklessly as he spills into me.

I let go of my grip and lay back down on the grass. The cool sensation is a welcome feeling against my burning skin.

Rafael presses his lips to mine. “I love you.”

I run my thumb over his cheek. “I love you too.” The words brand my heart as I say them out loud.

His eyes flare and it makes me giggle. “Are you sure?”

I nod. “I don’t need time. I don’t want space. I just want you. I love you. I trust you.”

Those last words hit their mark as his eyes begin to water. I know it means more to him than I love you. It means more to me, too. And it’s something I didn’t know if I’d ever say to someone again.

He seals my lips in another kiss. And another, and another, until I’m squealing beneath him and pushing on his chest.

He rolls us over again with a chuckle, leaving me on top ofhim. I take a second to catch my breath and sit up, taking in our surroundings. The place where everything came to a head. The only place I wanted to be for this conversation, not knowing it would turn out like this.

I look down at Rafael, and he’s grinning up at me. “You wanna go fishing?”

Fishing turnedinto a swim at the waterfall, which turned into Rafael showing me the tiny outdoor shower attached to the far side of the cabin that I never noticed the first time we were here.He pulls on the tap and cold water explodes onto my skin. I squeal and jump out of the water, leaning against the wooden side, just in time to see a gigantic spider crawling between two of the logs.

“Oh, fuck no.” I push the swing door and then I’m naked, standing in the middle of the clearing.

Rafael chuckles, pushing the door open. “Oh, you’re a little scaredy cat.”

“I am not a scaredy cat.”

“Yeah, the way you just squealed like a little piglet really displayed that.”

My mouth falls open and I fold my arms across my chest. “Did you just relate me to a pig?!”

His eyes are glued to my chest, and I look down to see my tits pressed up against my folded arms. I let them go, leaving my arms hanging by my sides. His smirk intensifies.

“Don’t smile. I’m mad at you.”

He reaches out to get me and I step out of reach, forcing him to step out of the little stall to come and get me.

His big arms wrap around my waist and effortlessly pick me up, dragging me back to the shower. “I called you a piglet, not a pig. Piglets are cute.”

“Oh, so I’m not just a pig. I’m ajuvenilepig.”

He plonks me under the water stream, which is now deliciously warm.

“Would you shut up?” He presses his lips to mine, forcing me further into the water as he steps toward me.

“I’m not the one throwing insults around,” I say in between kisses.

“March,” he groans. It’s meant like a warning, but instead of its desired effect, it just makes me wrap my fingers around his hard cock.

He groans as I pump by hand back and forth. “Say it again,” he says.

“I love you.”

His eyes flutter closed, and he leans his head back against the door. “Not that one.”

I pause my strokes and place both of my hands on his broad chest. “I trust you.”

He opens his eyes and wraps his arms around my waist, then presses his forehead to mine. “Can I wash your hair?”

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