Page 82 of Protected from Malice
But he doesn’t plunge inside me. He just starts kissing me again.
His hand palms my breast, flicking and stroking my nipple until it’s a taut peak. Then he switches to the other.
I arch towards him, my eyes falling shut as pleasure sweeps over me.
Rafe takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks hard.
Explosions of heat burst through me.
“Rafe,” I whisper, “that feels so good. Oh?—”
Heat coils in my belly. My inner walls quiver.
Oh.
I want to feel him inside me.
The two of us finally joined.
I’ve never felt this sort of impatience before. With the few men I’ve been with in the past, I viewed sex as something moderately pleasant, but nothing to get overly excited about. And then I thought it would be something I’d dread, not something I’d desperately want.
But now?
I’m desperate.
Especially when Rafe reaches between us to find my sensitive bundle of nerves and rubs it.
“Rafe,” I moan. “I need to feel you.”
“Where?” He holds my gaze. His features are carved stone. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to feel you inside me.”
My heart almost bursts at the look in his eyes.
It’s everything I hoped for. Everything I never dreamed would actually happen.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks. “We can take as much time as you need.”
“I’m ready.” I take him in my hand and guide him to me, notching his heat at my core. “I’m sure.”
Then I take him inside me.
It’s a tight fit at first. But I’m so wet, so ready, there’s only a moment of discomfort before it shifts to perfection.
“Fuck,” Rafe breathes. “Eden. Shit. You feel so damn good. I can’t believe?—”
“I can’t either.” Unexpectedly, I feel close to tears. Burying my face in his neck, I kiss his heated skin. “It’s perfect.”
His lips come to the top of my head. “It is.”
For a few seconds, we don’t move. We don’t need to. It’s enough just to stay still, finally joined, appreciating the beauty of the moment.
But eventually, my body demands more.
My heart demands more.
So I move.
