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Mikayla gave a shaky laugh as she got to her feet. “Thank you.” The doctor nodded, turning to her phone, dismissing them.
Mikayla took three steps down the hallway towards the reception area, but then stopped dead in the middle of the hall. Rafe took one look at her face and pulled her along, opening the door nearest to them. He checked inside then closed it. He did the same with the next door, but on the third go, he found what he was looking for and pulled her inside. It was a closet, about six foot by six foot, full of cleaning supplies.
He pulled her into his arms, “Let it go.”
So, she did. She just gripped his shirt in her fists, buried her face in his chest and let the tears flow. No gentle weeping; she cried huge, wracking sobs, until she couldn’t cry anymore. He held her for a long time afterwards, running his hand in soothing circles over her back. She took a deep, shuddering breath. “Now can we shag?”
“In the supply closet? Classy, Mikayla.”
She laughed. “You know what I mean.”
He hooked his forefinger under her chin and tilted her face up, looking at her searchingly. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
“I want to go to Mum’s when we get back. I’ll probably end up staying for dinner. She’ll want me to when I tell her about today, but I want to see to you after, okay?”
“Okay.”
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Chapter 7
Mikayla nervously smoothed her hands over the skirt of her wrap dress as she heard Rafe’s car pull up in the drive. The visit with Nora had been a bit grueling. Now Mikayla felt, more than ever, that she wanted this with Rafe. Wanted to move on from the terror of the day.
She looked around the loungeroom. Maybe she’d overdone it. She’d definitely overdone it. But it was too late to change it now; she could hear him coming up the front steps, opening the door. He never knocked. Why would he? She fought the urge to fuss as she moved through the kitchen to greet him. Her heart fluttered uncomfortably as he stepped through the doorway. He wore dark jeans, a casual button-down shirt with his football jacket. He had an overnight bag in his hand. The reality of him actually sleeping over had hit her, hard. Sleeping over so they could have sex. She stopped dead, feeling excruciatingly self-conscious.
“Hi.”
“Hi. You look lovely.” He kissed her cheek, a smile in his eyes as he looked at her.
“Thanks.” She stepped back hastily, turning to head back into the lounge room. “I couldn’t decide what to wear, I wasn’t sure, you know…” She trailed off as he looked around the room. She’d laid candles out on every available surface. She had some essential oils burning. Ylang Ylang, as she’d read that was an aphrodisiac. Norah Jones played softly in the background. “It’s a bit much?”
“No. It’s great.” His eyes fell to the bowl of condoms on the side table and widened. “But are we expecting guests?” He moved over to the bowl, lifting a few condoms in his hand. “There must be fifty of these here.”
She blushed. “Forty-eight. Two packs. I put a few out, then they looked weird, so I put the whole pack out. But then the other pack was just there, so I put it in as well.” Jesus, now she was babbling. About condoms. He moved to her bedroom door and dropped his bag inside, turning back to look at her, an amused glint in his eye. Suddenly, she felt irritated. With herself, for feeling nervous and self-conscious, and with him, for thinking it was funny.
She flopped down on the couch with a grumpy frown, curling her legs under her. “I just want to get this over with.”
“Well, that sent the romance-o-meter plummeting.” Rafe sat down next to her, looking at her until she had no choice but to turn and meet his gaze. He smiled, looking so gorgeous that she swore she felt her insides melt. He reached up and brushed his knuckles down her cheek. “Darling, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We can blow all these candles out, put the very intimidating bowl of condoms away and just watch the game.”
The minute he gave her the idea that they wouldn’t do it, she realized how much she really wanted it, an overdose of candles and condoms notwithstanding. “You’ve never called me darling before,” she said softly, shifting a little closer to him.
He shifted closer in return, laying his arm along the back of the couch and cupping her cheek with his other hand. “You are a darling.”
Her heart thudded hard as he lowered his head and brushed his lips over hers. She leaned into him with a sigh, hooking her hand on the back of his neck and pulling him closer as she pressed her lips harder on his. He pushed his hand into her hair, tilting his head, deepening the kiss. And they just kissed, endlessly, and she sank into it, into him, just melted against him—her muscles turning languid as their tongues entwined. It was so lush and hot and lovely, she wanted it to go on forever. But Rafe had other ideas. He broke away, sliding his arm around her waist and pulling her to him. Seeing his intention, she obliged by swinging her leg over, so she could straddle him.
With his hands low on her hips, he said, “We got interrupted the last time I had you here.” His breath was hot as he trailed kisses up her neck, causing her to gasp when he nibbled at her earlobe. She tilted her head sideways to give him better access as she slid her hands over his chest, up to his shoulders and under his jacket. He shifted, leaning forward so she could push the jacket off, then dropped it over the back of the couch. She leaned back to look at him, his eyes black with need. Need for her. It inflamed her, robbing her of breath, causing a dull ache between her legs. She kissed him again as she pushed her fingers into his hair and her tongue into his mouth. Without breaking the kiss, she undid the top button of his shirt, then the next, then the next, until she could slide her hand in, holding it flat over his thudding heart. She pulled away then, to press hot kisses along his jawline, down his neck, his chest, and then back up to his lips. She undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt, thrilled at the feel of pushing his shirt open and running her hands over his skin. He seemed to have the same idea because he reached for the tie of her dress, pulling back to watch her as he undid the knot and pulled. The dress fell open, exposing smooth, white skin and racy red lingerie. The desire that flared in his eyes heightened her own, turning the dull throbbing in between her legs into an exquisite ache.
“I never thought you’d see my shagging underwear,” she said huskily, gasping as he ran his hands from her hips, trailing them over her waist, to cup both her breasts. She arched her back, pushing herself into his hands, almost crying from the pleasure of his hands moving on her. Then he slid one hand around her back, pressing it flat between her shoulder blades. He held her still as he bent his dark head, kissing the swell of her breasts just above her bra line, then down, lower, to her nipple. She did cry out when she felt his tongue on her through the lace. First one breast, then the other until she was almost writhing from the pleasure.
“God, Rafe,” she whispered, breathless and aching with desire. She moved her hips forward, able to feel his erection bulging against his jeans, pressing up against her center. She moaned then, mindlessly, desperate to feel his touch…right there. He obliged, lifting his hand and watching her as he trailed his fingers over her breast, down her taut stomach. He went lower, brushing his fingers over her silky underwear, at the juncture of her thighs. She whimpered then, trapped by his gaze, as he stroked her through her underwear. “I want…” Everything. She wanted everything.
“I want you to come.” He pushed his fingers harder against her, never taking his eyes off her. There was no resisting him. She was quickly overwhelmed by the flaming heat that emanated from his hand on her. She moved her hips, rubbing herself against his fingers, letting her head fall back and gripping his shoulders. She dug her fingers in hard, crying out as he pushed harder again, moving her hips faster. The tension built to an intense climax that broke and rippled through her. She felt the repeated waves of pleasure as she came, collapsing against him and burying her face in his neck.
“Jesus Christ,” she said on a shuddering breath as her body shivered in recovery.
