Rafail gives me a laundry list of tasks, and when I finally go looking for her, she’s nowhere to be found.
“Anissa!” I yell, fearing the worst. My heartbeat thunders.
"Over here!"
I follow her voice and find her standing in the center of the room, surrounded by a ridiculous amount of shopping bags.
The glint in her eyes is wicked.
I take one look at the mess she’s made and groan. "Oh my god."
She grins. "Nah," she says, shaking her head. "He’s not gonna save you tonight."
"Woman," I growl. "Please."
"It’s been days," she purrs, stepping closer. "I’m fine now. Really. Iwantyou."
My jaw tightens. "I don’t want to hurt you."
She tilts her head. "What if Iwantyou to hurt me?"
I shake my head. "I won’t do it that way."
But that doesn’t mean I can’t touch her.
That doesn’t mean I can’t make her come.
I strip her slowly, deliberately, kissing the slope of her shoulder, the curve of her cheek.
With a sigh that makes my dick hard, she whispers, "I’ve missed this.”
"So have I."
I bury my face in her hair and inhale.
I remember the way I used to ache for her scent when I was stalking her.
I wanted her so fucking bad.
And now…
Now, she’s in my arms.
And she’s so much more than I ever imagined she would be.
I nuzzle the swell of her breast, flick my tongue over her nipple, and lay her on the bed. I’m dizzy with need, I want her so damn bad.
"I want you inside me," she whispers. “Please.”
I shake my head. "Not yet. I want to make sure you’re better."
She moans, arching against me, and whines when I pull away.
I smirk. "Behave yourself."
She smirks right back and spreads her legs.
Fuck.
