Page 67 of This Time Around

“Exactly,” he said. “But do you wanna know something?”

“What?”

His lips brushed the shell of her ear. “The reality of being with you far surpasses any fantasy my boring brain could ever concoct.” He thrust faster, gripped her hip tighter. “Jane, you are the only woman I have ever truly wanted, and now I have you, I am never letting you go.” Rafe gripped her chin and turned her head then smashed his mouth against hers.

“Rafe!” Jane tore herself away as her orgasm hit without mercy and spiralled out of control. She welcomed it, opened herself up to the sensation of total abandon and utter wantonness.

Rafe hooked his arm under her leg and lifted it higher, sank in deeper, then ploughed into her with such force the bed banged against the wall with every thrust of his hips. His grip on her body tightened to the point of pain but Jane didn’t care.

They were together.

They were in this together.

As they always should have been.

Rafe’s breathing grew as erratic as the thrusting of his hips until finally he slammed home once, twice, three times, then collapsed on the bed behind her.

Jane was little more than a quivering mess, a boneless puddle of blissed out, panting woman as Rafe tucked her into his side. He wrapped his arm around her and dropped a kiss on her forehead. “I won’t ever leave you again, Janie. I promise.”

She promised too. She was his, forever.

And he was hers.

Always.

“Rafe?”

“Uh-huh?”

“Did you really write me letters?”

He kissed the side of her face and she felt his smile linger against her temple. “Dozens of them.”

Chapter Fourteen

The rest of the trip passed uneventfully enough, if Jane didn’t count the blowjobs she’d given Rafe while he was driving, or the sex-a-thon in their motel room when they’d stopped for the night, or how she’d woken him up before hitting the road that morning: with her hair pulled up in ponytails and her tits bouncing in front of his face as she rode his cock like the prize bull at a rodeo. Until he’d toppled her over, held her down and driven into her like a man possessed.

Or like a man who’d thrown the fight because he was just as eager to claim the reward as she was.

Yeah, Jane was pretty sure Rafe had let her win that stupid bet. Not that he wouldn’t have won it if he’d just waited another day.

She’d been on the verge of giving in, especially after her mini-meltdown in Melbourne and Rafe’s subsequent rescue, not just of her business but of her sanity.

Silent partner.

She could have kissed him when he’d said those words.

Rafe knew her too well. He knew she’d never accept anyone simply giving her money, knew her stupid pride would never allow her to accept charity of that magnitude. But a business partner? That was something her brain could wrap itself around. Guilt free.

And unlike her previous business partner, she knew she could trust Rafe not to screw her over.

That one gesture had helped her make the decision to go with the flow.

And that had turned out pretty well too.

They’d shared so much that first night on the road, less on the second as their libidos caught up with them, but Jane felt as though a weight had finally been lifted off her chest.

She could breathe again. Live again. The fear and the anger she’d clung to for sixteen years, that had filled that swirling pit of despair in her soul, was gone.

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