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“Turn around, Penny,” he says quietly.
When I don’t reply, he tries to twist me again. I put my foot back on his chest. His gaze slides down to it, then flicks back up to me.
“No,” I whisper.
My voice is calm but the insinuation screams.
I don’t want him to fuck me like the others. In fact, the very thought makes me want to set the world on fire. At the very least, hunt down those other girls and do things to them that’ll put me in prison.
With every silent second that passes, vulnerability rolls off me in waves. The fire between my thighs simmers to a tepid heat. I’m moments away from donkey-kicking him and biting out a nasty remark to protect my ego when he pushes my foot off him and closes the gap between us. With a rough grip on my wrist, he yanks me off the seat and takes my place, then pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him.
My high is shaky and impossible to conceal. I let out a ragged sigh and swallow the dryness in my throat. As Rafe’s hand dips below the water and gently parts my thighs, he looks up at me with a lazy smolder.
“Is this what you want, Queenie?” he asks, so softly that I can barely hear him over the storm. He cups my jaw, running his thumb over my cheek as he studies my reaction. “For me to fuck you like this?”
My stomach churns. I feel like I’m standing on the very edge of a cliff, inviting this man to push me off. I protect myself by stepping back from the edge.
Dropping my hand between his thighs and wrapping it around his length, I say, “Getting railed from behind is getting a little old, don’t you think?”
His lower stomach tenses against my knuckles. For the briefest of moments, his eyes blacken with irritation, but they cool to indifference as he releases his grip on my jaw.
He leans his elbows back on the side, as if settling in for a lap dance. “Show me what you’ve got then,” he says in a bored tone.
His sudden apathy stings, but in the long run, I know it’s better than anything warmer. Anything that’d be harder to forget when this is all over.
With a flutter in my stomach, I realize I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve never been on top, and in the cold light of day, I can’t bury my inexperience in a pillow. I swallow my nerves and lift my ass up just enough to grind down on his erection. Fuck. It’s so hard, sosmooth,the sensation spreads from my clit through my veins. He drops his head back against the side, watching me through a lethargic, half-lidded stare as I roll my hips against him. I grow slicker, more sensitive, more desperate for friction.
He hisses when I dip my hand under the water and grip him at the base. He whispers a tight “fuck” when his tip pushes inside of me. But every inch I take stings a little more, the pain expanding up into my stomach and denting my confidence.
Fuck. He’s so much deeper in this position, and I don’t think I can take it. My eyes are watering by the time I’m halfway down. He regards my fingernails digging into his shoulder and his gaze softens.
“You haven’t done this before.”
It’s a statement, not a question, but I still tense with the urge to deflect it. Before I can, he puts his hands on my hips and slowly pulls me down onto him. “Relax,” he murmurs, nuzzling into my neck. “Let me inside of you, Queenie.”
I’d laugh if I thought it wouldn’t come out bitter. Truth is, this man is so deep inside me already that I don’t know how I’m ever going to get him out.
I wrap my arms around his neck, tilting my head to the storm-ravaged horizon as he rolls my hips for me in slow, cautious movements. The pain simmers to a delicious heat, the wet friction against my pussy making my muscles weak.
Now adjusted, I start moving my hips on my own, chasing my own pleasure. Rafe’s groan rumbles against my throat. His hands move to my back and he rakes his thick fingers down my spine, stopping to swipe a thumb over the heart at the small of my back.
“This fucking tattoo,” he hisses, grazing his teeth against my collarbone and kissing a path down my breasts. “What I’d pay Tayce to ink it on you permanently.”
There’s a sarcastic retort about my next enemy-with-benefits probably not being happy about that somewhere at the back of my mind, but it doesn’t come to fruition. Instead, I thread my fingers through the back of his hair and pull his face into my chest. My tattoo.Us.I don’t want to think about temporary things right now.
I pick up the pace, trying to fuck reality away. Rafe adapts to my rhythm, taking over by gripping my neck and fucking me,hard.The scrape of his teeth against my nipples. His chest sliding against mine. He’s so warm and large andintense.Every thrust feels like a stoke of a fire; I want to keep poking it until I burst into flames.
His lips press against the space behind my hair. “Want to know a secret?” I can only nod in response. “I’ve never done this, either.”
His confession slides up my spine and chokes me. I pull his head back and drop my forehead against his. Our mouths are so close, I can taste his last drag on his cigar. “Really?”
Meeting my gaze, he slows his thrusts. The tiniest slither of unease mars his features. “Yeah,” he murmurs back. “Guess I just can’t stop breaking rules for you.”
My skin dances in ecstasy. The idea that this is new for him too sends a smug satisfaction through my bones. Feeling a weird need to reward him for his honesty, I push myself down on him and hold myself there. His eyes flutter shut, and when he opens them again, they’re filled with a new violence. With a grunt, he carries me over to the other side of the hot tub, slamming my back against the side.
His thrusts are sharp and unrelenting. His grip on my throat inescapable. He braces himself with a hand by my head and grits his teeth.
“I can’t stand you, baby. Look what you do to me.” His next thrust feels like a punishment. “You turn me into a fucking animal.”
