Page 96 of Burn for You

“More,” I say. “You. Didn’t I tell you that I wantedyou?”

He yanks his fingers out, leaving me feeling empty. “Do you have no patience?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“I thought you said I was in control.”

I sit up and beg. “Please?”

His jaw ticks, but I know I’ve got him. “Open up.”

I open my mouth without question, and he shoves the fingers that were just inside of me into my mouth.

“Can you taste how much you’re enjoying this?” he asks. I moan as I suck the taste of my own arousal into my mouth. I can feel it pooling between my legs the longer I sit here.

“Please, I need to feel you,” I say the second my mouth is free of his fingers.

“You don’t need to beg, Whitley, but you look so pretty when you do.” He unbuckles his belt and slides his pants down his legs, letting his cock spring free. My eyes widen at the sight of it. I never saw it last time, and I’m surprised it even fit.

“A little too late to start second guessing things now, spitfire.”

My body warms at the nickname he’s given me, and I smirk up at him. I take a hold of the base of him and roll his tip against my wet core. I’m not second guessing anything.

“Wait,” he says, making me pause.

“What?”

He drops down to kiss me. “Give me one second.” And then he disappears down the hallway to his office, leaving me bare on a table in his empty restaurant.

After a minute, he appears again, a condom in his hand. I tip my head. “Rafael,” I huff a laugh. “You don’t need to worry about that.”

“Yes, I do. You once told me you didn’t want the control taken away from you. If wearing a condom helps ease any hint of worry that sits in the back of your mind, even if you don’t know it’s there, then that’s what we’ll do.”

I reach up to grab his face and plant my lips on his. How did I ever think this man was anything but amazing?

“God,” he groans into my mouth, and then he takes a hold of his cock and pushes into me in one stroke.

“Fuck,” I gasp. “Jesus.”

Rafael grips me by my hips, pulling me closer and pushing even further into me. “Look how well you take me, May.”

He slowly slides out, far enough that I can see every inch of him before he slides back into me. In and out, he repeats the motion until I’m not gasping in shock every time he hits my innermost wall.

He smirks down at me something feral. As much as I’ve been suffering from his no sex ban, I can see it in his eyes that it’s been self-inflicted torture for him.

I’ve adjusted enough that I start to move my hips in rhythm with his, meeting him stroke for stroke as he picks up his pace. The sound of our skin slapping together fills the room, along with a collection of moans coming from the both of us.

He wraps one of his strong arms around my back, pulling me up, my body flush with his. At this angle, he hits the spot that sparks my nerve endings as he presses his lips to mine, capturing them in a searing kiss.

I wrap my arms around his neck and moan into his mouth as my hips start to lose their rhythm. My movements becoming more frantic the more heat is crawling through my body.

“Rafael,” I breathe.

He nods. “I’m right behind you, beautiful.”

And with that, my release rips through me. I moan Rafael’s name over and over into the open room. He groans as his release chases mine, and he slows his pace right down.

My body slumps, and I rest my forehead on his chest, panting as I try to catch my breath. His words from earlier bursting into my mind.

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