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“And I’ll be with you the whole way, for as long as you want me.”

She nodded. “Forever and always, right?”

“Exactly,” he said. “What would you like to do today?”

She guided his hand back to the front of her underwear. “You were going to love me for the both of us,” she said softly, eyes meeting his.

CHAPTER 37

There was so much he wanted to say, but he knew that it wasn’t his place to convince her that she was all the things she didn’t think she was. Even now, the day he discovered she had an eating disorder still haunted him. The look in her eyes, the volume at which he yelled and how hard she pushed back. What he hadn’t expected was that she still struggled with her body. Knowing there were days when she didn’t love her body, and maybe herself, made him sad. And a little angry. It was unfair how her mind was playing tricks on her this way.

He could not imagine what was going through her head as they stood in front of the mirror, his hands mapping every inch of available skin. Even with her underwear and tank top on, he could see how nervous she was. But he was going to do everything in his power to distract her.

After all, in less than forty-eight hours, they were going to officially be married. He might have done this once before, but Rafferty had never been against getting married again. He told himself was that he would only marry therightperson, not really knowing that he would get another shot with the woman standing before him.

He pushed the strap of her tank top aside and kissed her shoulder. Then licked a line up to her neck, while his hand pressed firmly against the cotton of her underwear. He didn’t make any moves to take it off, instead pressed two fingers against her clit over the material. Her breath hitched as his fingers moved in slow circles, his mouth brushing over the edge of her jaw. Her pulse fluttered wildly and he smiled at the slack expression on her face. Sliding his fingers down, he groaned when he felt her wetness seep through the cotton.

“Naughty,” he whispered. “How long have you been soaked for me, darlin’?”

She licked her lips and squirmed against his fingers. “Always wet.”

“Thinking about me fucking you every single day?”

“Ruining me,” she whimpered.

“I thought you were a polite lady, sweetheart. But you’re a horny, dirty girl aren’t you?”

“Never polite.” Her back arched, arms coming up around his neck as one hand pushed through his hair. “Horny for you, hotshot.”

“I know,” he mumbled and dragged his fingers through the moisture coating her underwear. He stroked her faster, applying slight pressure every so often. Her hips moved as well, chasing what his fingers were doing. When he hooked his finger into the gusset of her underwear, his knuckle rubbing against her, she lifted onto her toes with a gasp. He twisted the cotton slightly, pressing against her slit. She wasn’t just wet, she was dripping and knowinghemade her feel that way made him so hard.

“Feel what you do to me, darlin’,” he grunted as he rocked forward, pressing his cock against her ass. She shifted back, flat on her feet and rolled her hips. Dropping his chin to her shoulder, he continued to tease her slit.

“Does this make you a di—ohfuck,” she gasped as he pushed a knuckle between her folds. She panted and he repeated the action, until she was shaking against him.

“Yeah, Hero. It makes me a horny, dirty boy for you too.”

With a soft huff, she pulled at his hair and turned her head at the same time, their mouths colliding in a rough and messy kiss. He moaned at the feel of her tongue as it licked around before sliding inside. He was tightly wound, like he would snap any minute. Pulling his hand away, but keeping her underwear twisted in his grip, he stretched it so that the cotton would replace what his fingers were doing. Her lips parted against his on a moan and he continued to tug and pull, rubbing against her as she gripped him tightly.

“Look at yourself,” he demanded and when she shook her head, he gripped her jaw with one hand and turned her focus to the mirror. “See how fucking spectacular you are. Dripping and desperate.”

She whimpered, but slowly blinked and did a scan of them in the mirror. Her tank top had ridden up, exposing her stomach and her legs were quivering with every shift of her underwear through her pussy.

“Wow,” she finally said, eyes wide as he put his hand on her hip.

“That’s right, you’re a fucking vision, wife.”

Her eyes lifted to his and her mouth curved into a delicious smile, one that was accompanied by the rocking of her hips. He couldn’t take his attention off her face as he fucked her with her underwear and saw the moment her orgasm crested—her eyes fluttered shut and she was on her toes, body going taut before she was shaking. She soaked through the underwear, making them both moan as she slumped back into him.

Rafferty wrapped both arms around her waist, his lips pressed against the side of her head. As she shifted, breathleveling out and body steadying, he turned her to face him. She batted those gorgeous chocolate and caramel eyes up at him and he cupped her face, thumb brushing over the apples of her cheeks.

“Is that what the rest of our lives are going to be like?”

He chuckled and traced her mouth. “Could be. Never talked dirty or done that with anyone before.”

She hummed. “Like you’ve never manhandled anyone before?”

“You’re my first everything that matters. If more manhandling is what you want, I’ll give that to you.”

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