Page 38 of Burn for You

chapter fifteen

MAY

“Shhh!”I giggle as I try to quietly shut the front door.

Hands grab my waist from behind me before a sloppy, slightly drunk kiss is pressed to my neck. “I’m sure your roommate won’t mind. Surely she can appreciate that you’re having a good time.”

I spin around in my date’s hands. “Hewould probably kill me in my sleep, and you, for that matter.”

“You’ll have to keep it down then.” He fumbles with the zipper on my leather pants. I don’t turn the lights on, not wanting to alert Rafael of our presence.

“Let’s at least get to the bedroom first,” I say in between kisses. This guy is cute, nothing crazy, but I haven’t gotten laid in a criminal number of weeks, and he was more than happy to fulfill my urges. Even if I can’t quite remember his name.

“Where’s the fun in that?” he says, picking me up and placing me on the countertop. I can feel the cool stone through my pants as his tongue meets my neck again. I moan at the sensation against my skin. The presence of alcohol in my system is making my skin tingle a little extra under his messy touch.

He grabs at the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head, exposing my pink lace bra. “Fuck, your tits are perfect,” he says, palming them through the fabric.

His words make me cringe internally as his hands roam over my chest. All of a sudden, I’m in my head. Maybe I shouldn't have gone out tonight. Maybe I shouldn't have brought this guy home. It was a dumb idea. Especially considering whose kitchen counter I’m sitting on. But when warm lips collide with the sensitive skin on my neck, I yank myself out of my head. After everything that’s happened over the last two weeks, I deserve to have some meaningless fun.

I lean into his touch, letting myself melt back into the present moment. I moan as his tongue trails along the skin of my neck while his fingers inch up the inside of my left thigh.This guy knows his erogenous zones.

I moan once more before the room bursts with light.

My eyes slam shut instinctively, and my companion groans at the sudden explosion of light in the room.

“We really need to stop meeting like this.” Rafael stands at the end of the hallway, arms crossed over his naked chest.

My breath stalls when I notice he’s only wearing a pair of gray track pants that sit low on his waist, but my brain jolts my body back into action when I see his eyes boiling with anger as they look over the guy standing in front of me who looks dumbstruck.

“Maybe you should stop interrupting me then,” I say.

“You can go,” he says to…Jeremy? Johan?

“Uh, no. You can stay.” I yank on his t-shirt, pulling him back towards me. If Rafael thinks he can dictate what I do, he’s got another thing coming.

“No, you can’t. Get out, now.”

“Rafael,” I grit out.

My date picks up his t-shirt that he’s abandoned on the floor and scurries away from me.For god's sake.

Rafael opens the door for him and slams it shut before he’s even a step out into the night.

“What the fuck?!” I jump off the island and storm towards him. “That’s two times now that you’ve interrupted my sexual endeavors, and it’s really starting to piss me off.”

He tips his head as I march towards him. “Oh, it’s pissing you off, is it?”

“Yes! It is!” He just raises his brows at me. “How would you like it if I interrupted you?” I ask furiously as I stand extremely close to him, getting in his face as I tip my head. “Oh yeah, that's right, you haven't got laid in a while. Maybe that’s what it is, you're just jealous I–”

I don’t manage to get another word in before he grabs my wrists and wrenches them above my head, pinning me to the wall. Leaving me lost for what I was going to say, and unable to do anything but look into his deadly eyes.

It’s only now that I remember I’m not wearing a shirt, only now that Rafael’s eyes drop from mine and roam over my upper body. My chest is rising and falling quickly as my heart beats with a mixture of anger and whatever this other feeling is. Rafael’s dark eyes pierce my gaze once again.

“I don’t give a shit whether I’m interrupting you. You don’t bring other men into this house.”

“I live here now too, remember? You’re not my keeper Rafael, so stop acting like such a bloody caveman.” I put all my body weight into trying to pull my wrists from his grasp, but he pins me against the wall with his entire body, his chest pressed up against mine.

“I don’t want to spend my Friday evening listening to some drunk idiot fuck you through the walls of this house. I don’t feel like falling asleep to you moaning and screaming another guy's name.”

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