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But then he was there, sliding against the wet spread of her sex, teasing her opening with each maddening pass.
“Please,” she gasped, fisting his hair in her hands.
Rafe shifted, bringing their bodies into alignment. And then after one grueling beat, pushed inside.
Kayla’s head dropped back, a ragged cry escaping her throat. She shifted her knees higher up his ribs and cinched her ankles at his back. Pushing him deeper. Taking more. Taking all of him.
“Kayla, you feel so fucking good.”
She was tighter than he could have imagined, and her body pulsed around him with a hungry grip. He cupped her ass and rolled his hips, slowly moving within her. Face buried against the side of her neck, he breathed in the sweet scent of her.
* * * * *
Rafe’s breath was hot on her neck, his hands anchoring her hips, as he drove into her. God, she couldn’t believe this was real, that he was actually here. A year.
But more than that, she couldn’t believe what they were doing, or the way her inhibitions had disintegrated into thin air. But it just felt so…right.
“Rafe!” Really right.
Her every nerve ending charged. Her blood simmered beneath her skin as pleasure coursed through her belly. Through every deep stroke, sensation pulled harder, built faster until she was there—gasping his name, as she clung to him.
She rested her forehead on the damp skin of his neck, her body supported by his arms. As the last waves of her orgasm subsided, Rafe growled his release against the top of her head.
Trembling, she drew a slow breath, caught sight of the clock on the opposite wall as the second hand ticked down to twelve. Pulling back, she met Rafe’s heavy lidded stare. He was still holding her…still inside of her, but suddenly it felt like he was slipping through her fingers. Like this little bubble of perfection was about to pop.
“You okay, Kayla?” he asked, the stitch pulling between his brows making her wonder if he could sense her growing unease. If he could feel it too?
With their eyes locked, that crazy connection between them sizzled and stretched taut, threatening to snap.
Words she’d never spoken, words that didn’t make sense in the context of this near stranger began to well up in her chest, pushing at her throat to get free before they ran out of time. Something was off, none of this made sense. But she didn’t want to fight it. Her lips parted, ready to spill another deep truth.
Rafe’s eyes cut over to the clock, his chin pulling back. “It’s midnight.”
The bubble popped.
