He eventually took over for me, yanking his shirt off over his head and exposing all his gorgeous, tan, tattoo-covered skin for me to see. I all but attacked him, grasping his pecs and then launching myself into his arms, latching my mouth onto his collarbone and sucking, then biting.
He roared and shoved me back against the wall, reaching between my legs. I was drenched for him.
He didn’t waste any more time. He gave us what we both needed when he shoved down his pants and planted that glorious cock of his deep inside me.
I clenched around him, all my inner muscles flexing and locking onto his hardness. God, I loved how it felt when he was hard inside me. I clung to him, so hard that he groaned as he pulled out and then pushed back in.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” he swore, breathing hard into my neck. When he’d impaled me up to the hilt, he sought out my lips again. He was pinning me to the wall with his weight and his cock planted so deep inside me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“Fuck me, Rafe. Please.” It was agonizing with him just standing still like this. I bounced on him, needing friction, needing everything from him. He was the only one who could make me feel good. He was the only one who could fill my empty places. Goddamn him, but he was Rafe, and no matter how hard I tried to fight it, he was the only one I wanted.
He was the only one I’d ever wanted.
I buried my hands in his hair and yanked his head back so I could kiss him deep again. He met my lips fury for fury and passion for passion.
He lunged, filling me with his cock again and again until both of us were panting and sweat poured down his temples. But he didn’t stop.
He didn’t stop even as an explosive orgasm tore through me. He just leaned in so that his pelvis pressed even more satisfyingly against my clit as his cock lit up some spectacular spot inside me.
“Rafe!” I screamed as I came again, harder, higher, so bright I barely remembered to keep breathing through it.
And right as the apex of light hit, Rafe plunged deep and I felt the rush of seed as he spent himself inside me.
I grasped his face in my hands and kissed the hell out of him as the last of the shudders shook through me.
Slowly, the torrent and tidal wave receded, and it was just me and Rafe.
He pressed his forehead against mine, then rolled to the side so that we were cheek to cheek, his cock still planted to the root inside me, closer than two human beings could ever be.
I’d never been more at peace.
Until Rafe decided to go and open his big fat mouth again. “I get that you don’t want a check from me, so how about this. Fallon Perry, will you marry me?”
17
Rafe
“What the fuck?” She pushed me away from her with wide eyes.
“You heard me,” I said, expecting her to try to fight this, but I didn’t care. She was worth fighting for. “Marry me.”
“You didn’t just propose to me.” She shook her head. “No way would you propose to me seconds after having sex with me and all that—” She waved in the direction of the door and the downstairs beyond. “No fucking way.”
“Okay, so maybe it’s not the most ideal way to do so, but I mean it. Let’s get married. Let’s walk away from this place together hand in hand.”
“You’ve lost your mind!” She crossed the room and spun on her heels to face me with rage in her dark eyes. “Haven’t you listened to a word I’ve said? I don’t want your fucking money! I want my own! Money that I can control. Money that I won’t lose when you decide you don’t want me.”
“I get it. I do.”
“No, you don’t,” she snapped. “You’ve been a blue-blooded rich boy your entire life. You don’t know what it feels like to be poor. You have no idea what it feels like to live your entire life in second-hand clothes and be looked upon with eyes full of pity. I’ve always had to need someone to get by, and I’m over it. From now on, I control my destiny. So, don’t you dare stand there and act like you get me. You have no idea who I even am anymore. And maybe you never did.”
I took a deep breath, refusing to lose my shit no matter how much she pushed. She needed me to be strong. It was damn time I truly stood there for her. For her.
“I’m not offering you a check. I’m not offering to buy you. I know how that looked, and I can see how it hurt you, but that wasn’t what I intended.” I took a step toward her, but she countered it by stepping backwards. “Being here with you has made me realize that we should have never been apart. Those years you left… well… they should’ve never happened.”