Page 81 of Rafe: Sins of the Father

He rolls on his side, dragging the back of his finger over my breast. “Guess you’re right about that. I got you here in my bed, so it must be true. I reached for what I wanted, and now I have it.”

I grab his finger and bite the tip. “Don’t get too cocky, biker boy.”

He rolls on top of me, grinning. “You want to see how cocky I can be, little girl?”

“I can feel how cocky you can be,” I tease with a wiggle of my hips.

Suddenly, his face gets serious, and he strokes my cheek, staring deeply into my eyes. “Are you mine, Tori?”

“Yes, Rafe. I’m yours.”

“Then dump Alex Powers. You tell him tomorrow, and you don’t ever see him again.”

“I already planned to blow him off. I told my father I wasn’t going to see him again, and I didn’t care what happened with his deal.”

“I’m committed to this—to us. I need to know you are, too.”

“I am. I think I… I think I love you, Rafe.”

His face lights up, but his brows lift. “You think?”

“I do.” I wait, hanging on every minute facet of his expression, wondering if he’ll say it back, if he feels the same way.

“Goddamn,” he whispers, stroking my hair from my face. “I love you, too.”

“You weren’t sure until right this second, were you?”

“Baby, I didn’t want to say the words if I wasn’t absolutely sure I meant them.”

“So, do you mean them?”

“I think so,” he teases.

“You better know so.” I arch a brow, and he chuckles.

He climbs from me and starts dancing around in a circle at the foot of the bed. “Goddamn, I want to shout it from the roof. I want to stand out in the street and yell it to the heavens. I love Tori, and Tori loves me!”

He jumps on the bed, landing on top of me. “You know what I want to do?”

I giggle. “Get off me?”

“Nope.”

“I give up.”

“I want to call in sick tomorrow and go down to Gigi’s shop and get tattoos.”

“Tattoos?”

“Yes. I want to put your name right here.” He takes my hand and drags it to his ribs, right below his pecs. He’s so lean, I can see every line of sinewy muscle.

“You want my name on you?”

“Hell, yeah. I’ll get yours, and you get mine.”

He looks so happy, and I don’t want to ruin it, but…

“I kind of hate needles, Rafe.”

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