I’m leaving a mark, but neither of us seem overlyconcerned about it. In fact, from the way Raffi rolls his fingers around my clit faster, harder, I’d say he’s hot for being bitten.
He’s holding me up, taking all my weight as I’m just too fucking jelly-legged to stand up by myself right now. If the car wasn’t behind me, I’d be in a puddle on the asphalt.
“I want to see where this goes, Victoria. You, me, our son. I want us to be a family. Together.” He’s saying the words I’ve been dreaming of hearing him say for three years. But I need to be clearheaded when I make a decision about what to do with the father of my child.
I can’t make orgasm-haze decisions that will impact my kid’s life too.
It’s a bullshit line I’m feeding myself—my heart’s already decided to give Raffi a shot, despite the fact he’s a hockey player. But I need to stay grounded. Last time I let him under my skin, I was crushed and spent weeks staring at my phone for him to reach out.
This time we’re taking it slowly.
No, really, we are.
If only someone could communicate that to the racing heart skipping along in my chest, that’d be peachy. The way he’s looking at me, hope in his pretty eyes, that slanted goofy smile, it’s too much. He has a bruise blooming on his cheekbone from what I can only imagine was a stick, or an elbow on the ice. All I want to do is get naked with this man and make another adorable baby for us to raise together.
It’s ridiculous. This man strips me of every ounce of common sense.
I’m a smart woman, an independent woman, but when Raffi Shaw comes near me and my eager beaver, all I want is to abandon all logic and launch myself at him. Consequences be damned.
He still has his hand in my pants. As he slides free, I gasp,craving more, needing more, almost demanding it, but I need to get home. I need to reset.
When he sticks his middle finger in his mouth, it draws a low moan from both of us. There’s nothing hotter than a man showing you just how much he appreciates the mess he caused you to make in your pants.
But when he curls his hand around my head and pulls me to suck his index finger while he’s licking my cum off his middle finger, I damn near come again. “Taste yourself, Victoria. You’re fucking delicious.”
A pained noise escapes his mouth as he’s licking his fingers clean. “How could I have forgotten how good you taste?”
He doesn’t give me time to answer before he presses me back against the car, hard, and kisses me until I’m gasping for air. Our salty tongues collide in a give and take dance as our bodies rub against each other.
I definitely don’t get this hot from a vibrator.
My phone’s shrill ring in the night air pulls us apart. It’s Mom. Disappointment, quickly followed by concern, flits across his face as he watches me answer.
“Mom? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, everything’s fine. Wyatt’s sleeping. I’m just checking to see if you’re okay. I expected you back by now and thought something might be wrong.”
My heart swells as Raffi’s body relaxes. “I’m on my way. I got sidetracked talking to someone.”
“No rush. Have fun. I was just making sure you didn’t get a flat or something on your way back.”
Raffi mouths “I love her” at me, making me eye roll.
“I’m good, Mom. But if you’ve jinxed me and I get a flat on my way home, I’ll let Wyatt wake you at five am tomorrow on your day off.”
Raffi laughs quietly as Mom gasps. “You wouldn’t.”
“Uh huh. See yousoon.”
“Love you, Tori.”
“Love you too, Mom.”
“She seems nice.” Raffi’s lips quirk into a smile.
“Single mom of a single mom. She’s protective.”
“I’d like the chance to change that.” His face turns serious. “Think about it? Please?”
