Page 60 of Craved

When I woke up, Rafe was slouched on the room’s only chair in a black T-shirt and boxer briefs. He’d dropped his glamour to be his own dazzling self. His dark curls were damp from a shower, his jaw shadowed with sexy stubble.

And he was frowning over my laptop.

I propped myself up on my elbows. I’d healed during the day, although my eyes still hurt from the burn they’d received, and I needed to feed soon.

“Learn anything?” I asked dryly.

“That your password is too easy to crack.” He showed me the screen, which he had open to Finder and my files.

I shrugged. “Those aren’t the important ones.”

I rose from the bed, stretched. This time he’d stripped me down to my bra and the boyshort panties.

Rafe’s gaze snapped to me. His eyes darkened. He shut the laptop, set it aside.

A thrill shot straight to my womb, a thrill of desire mixed with power. That skinny, sheltered Zoe Tremblay could pull that look from gorgeous, bad-boy Rafe Kral.

“C’mere.” He crooked a finger.

I crossed to him, and he pulled me between his legs. “Where were we?” He shaped my hips with his hands.

“Hm. Let me think…” I set my hands on his thighs and leaned forward to kiss him. “Here.”

Strong fingers cupped my nape, pulling me closer. When we came up for air, he dragged me onto his lap.

“Lift your arms,” he told me and pulled off my bra. “Actually, I think we were here.”

He leaned me backward over one arm. His mouth latched onto my nipple. He sucked strongly.

“You might be right,” I managed to say.

His erection prodded my hip. I squirmed against it. I was so wet, so primed for him, and he’d barely touched me.

“Remember my promise?” he asked, and nipped my nipple.

Anticipation shivered through me. Anticipation, and excitement. “I do.”

He rumbled his approval like a big cat. “Good.”

After that, things got beautifully hazy. He kissed and suckled my other nipple.

I sat up and pulled off his T-shirt. Ran my hands over his powerful chest and shoulders. Scraped my fingernails through the wiry black hair on his chest. Followed the sexy trail down his taut stomach and into his boxer briefs.

I cupped his cock with one hand. It was hot and heavy.

He gave a growl of pleasure.

I squeezed harder, enjoying how his eyes slit. “You like that.”

“Oh, yeah.”

He pulled my thighs over his so I straddled him, his cock rubbing against me through the thin barrier of my panties and his boxers. He speared his fingers into my hair, pulling my head back so my neck was exposed to him and kissed his way along my collar bone to the center of my throat.

I surfaced from the haze and froze.

“Shh.” He stroked my face with his free hand. “I won’t do anything you don’t want, cher. You trust me, don’t you?”

I nodded.

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