I nod my head, feeling the tug of my hair in his fist.
He pulls my head back sharply. “Say it,” he commands.
“I want you to fuck me again,” I say, a little shakily, my insides turning molten all over again.
Now his voice is soothing. “Good girl.” Keeping his firm grip on me, he allows his eyes a moment to wander over my face, then lower, lingering on my breasts. I don’t flinch this time. Prior to Rafe, it had been quite some time since a man saw me naked, and none that had ever made me feel as beautiful as he does. Now I’m more or less used to being naked all the time when we’re together.
God, I love him. I want to lean in and kiss him again, but he’s still looking me over, so I guess I’ll wait.
“Tell me about your fantasies, Virginia. Tell me what you desire.”
I don’t need time to think about that one. “You’re my fantasy, Rafe. You’re what I desire.”
I must have given him another right answer. There’s approval in his eyes, pleasure on his features, and then he climbs on top of me and gives me my reward.
18
Virginia
Once Vince and Carly return home after Christmas, there are less distractions around, less demands of his attention, so that’s when Sin realizes something is going on.
It happens similarly to how it happened with Felix. Laurel invited us over to hang out on my evening off. It’s a warmer evening—still a little chilly for Vegas, I wear a sweater—but Laurel is outside in black leggings and a gray NASA tank top like it’s summer, her hair in a messy bun, her baby monitor on the table in front of her so she can hear Nicky if he wakes up.
Sin’s backyard has more life now that Laurel lives with him. He had some space back there, but he didn’t do much with it before. When Laurel told him she’d like an outside reading nook, he made her a little back yard oasis. Now there’s comfortable seating, a candle-lit table for drinks or baby monitors, and lights strung up along a wooden fixture he built behind her sitting area. On the other side of that wooden fixture is Skylar’s haven—a little water table and a sand box with some shade, for the days when the sun is just too hot. As she grows older, there is p
lenty of room to expand the play area according to whatever she likes at any given time.
He loves his girls.
Rafe and I sit on separate cushioned chairs, angled and facing Sin and Laurel. They are the only public couple since it’s just us tonight, so they sit snuggled up on the loveseat that seats two—or just Laurel, if she’s reading and wants to stretch out. Right now she is nestled against Sin’s side, looking much more relaxed than she did over Christmas.
“I don’t want to go back,” she says, reaching forward to grab her stemless wine glass.
Once she eases back into her spot, Sin’s arm tightens around her again. “You love school.”
“I know, but Nicky’s going to miss me.”
“Nicky’s going to sleep,” Sin states. “I can handle Nicky.”
“You’ll see plenty of him when you get home,” Rafe agrees.
“He’s still going to miss me,” Laurel insists. “They should just let me bring him to class. It’s never too early to learn.”
Something happens on the monitor—a sneeze, a cough, something irregular. I don’t know, and it doesn’t alarm me, but Sin and Laurel both spring off the loveseat and go running in the house so fast, I feel a light breeze as they pass.
Rafe’s eyebrows rise and he turns his head to watch them depart.
“Damn, I didn’t know she could move that fast. Certainly didn’t when I told her to get me a drink.”
I crack a smile, running my finger along the rim of my own wine glass. “Checking on her baby might be slightly more urgent than that.”
“Only slightly,” he jokes, then looks over his shoulder again. Seeing they’re still gone, he crooks his finger and tells me, “Get over here, you.”
I smile, standing and putting my wine glass down on the table. “What?” I tease, as I approach. “Do you need a drink right now?”
“No, just your mouth.”
I think he wants me to go down on him, so I cast an alarmed look back at the house. “I don’t think they’ll be gone that long.”