Page 112 of Rafe: Sins of the Father

I can’t say the words, so I release the death grip I’ve had on the pregnancy test, and fold back the paper towel.

His gaze drops to it, and he stares. “Two lines. Does that mean yes?”

I nod. “It’s positive.”

His eyes lift to mine. “You’re not happy about it?”

“Are you?”

He clears his throat. “I guess it’s not what either of us expected. Question is, am I what you want, Tori?” He eases me off his lap and goes to stand at the window.

I move to stand behind him and touch his arm. “Yes, you are what I want.”

“What about your father?”

“I don’t care what he says.”

“Yeah, you do.”

“I have to live my life for me, and if he loves me, he has to accept what makes me happy andwhomakes me happy. That person is you.” I press my forehead to his back and feel his defenses fall away as his body relaxes, and the tightness leaves him.

He turns to face me and tips my chin up with his finger. “Look at me, Tori. Really look. I’m a biker, a patched member of the Evil Dead. I’m covered in tattoos. The first time you laid eyes on me, I was in handcuffs. I’m nothing like the man your father wants for you.”

I shake my head, tears in my eyes. “You don’t get it, do you? I see beyond all that. I see the man who saved me today. The man who came in, guns blazing because he wouldn’t let anything stop him from getting to me. I see the man who saved me the night of the storm. I see the man who’d rather see me in his old flannel shirt than the fanciest ballgown. I see the man who makes me happy, who rubs my leg when we ride, who makes my heart skip a beat just by walking into the room.” I search his eyes. “What do you see when you look at me?”

“I see the mother of my child. I see my everything.” He cups my face and kisses me, then presses his forehead to mine. “I don’t want to live another day without you, Tori. I want to move you into my house. But I need to know what you want, what youreallywant?”

“What Ireallywant? I want to quit school and think about if that’s really right for me. Maybe I’ll go back after the baby is born.” I lift a shoulder. “I don’t know, but right now, I want to move in with you. I want us to build a home for our child. I want to wake up every morning next to you. And I never want to be apart from you again.”

His grin is huge. “Then that’s what we’ll do, and when and if you want to go back to school and finish your degree, I’ll be behind you all the way.”

He sits on the bed and pulls me down on his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist. Then his hands slide up my sides and under my shirt to cup my breasts.

“I want to make love to you. Right here. Right now. You gonna let me, beautiful girl?”

“Um, hmm.” I cup his face and stroke my thumb over his lips.

“God, I love when you touch me. Doesn’t matter how or where.”

“Then I’ll touch you all the time.”

“Lose the shirt, baby.”

I pull it over my head, and before my arms come down, he’s popped the hook at my back, and my bra falls free.

“Gorgeous.” He takes one in his hand and brings my nipple to his mouth.

I thread my fingers through his hair, running my nails along his scalp, and he groans, falling back and taking me in a roll until he’s on top of me with his hips between my thighs.

“Now this is right where I always long to be.” He drags his hips against my crotch, and I moan. Then he takes my hands and pushes them above me and lavishes my breasts with attention.

I can feel his erection pressed between us grow hard and long. I lift my hips and rub against him. It’s like I flipped a switch and drove him even higher. He pulls back and works my jeans open, then tears them and my panties down my legs.

Then he kisses his way up my bare thighs. “I ever tell you you’ve got fucking phenomenal legs?”

I shake my head, watching him move closer and closer to the apex.

“I remember the day I saw you standing in that red bikini.”

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