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“Good girl,” he murmured, smiling down at her, resisting the urge to stroke her cheek. “You can put your hands down now.”
Rafe bit back a groan when she complied, his cock jerking in his pyjama pants, reminding him it was still painfully erect and in desperate need of relief. But he forced himself to ignore his discomfort.
Giving up his own orgasm was worth it just to see the blissed-out look on Jane’s face as her arms fell to her sides and her legs trembled, threatening to give out on her.
He stood close enough to catch her should she collapse but still refused to touch her, no matter how much he craved the feel of her perfect little body tucked in his arms.
He fetched her panties and handed them to her.
Her chin wobbled and she looked away as she snatched them from his outstretched hand. “You want me to leave?”
Her voice shook, and Rafe could hear the despair in her words, see the utter wretchedness on her face.
He’d assumed she’d want to leave—she always wanted to leave—but he was never more happy to be wrong. Usually he had to coax her into spending the night with the promise of coffee and more sex.
“Do you want to stay?”
She sniffed. “Not if you don’t want me to.”
Rafe smiled. “I want you to,” he said quietly. “But no sex, okay? Or coffee,” he added, remembering their argument over breakfast.
Jane nodded and slipped her panties on, then grabbed her smartphone from her coat pocket and climbed into bed. “You coming?” she said, obviously noticing he hadn’t moved a muscle in any direction.
He couldn’t move.
The sight of Jane in his bed again, her long ginger-blonde hair trailing over her shoulders and spread across his pillows, her small breasts—and now her baby bump—pushing at the sheets, creating little hills and valleys for him to explore.
Or not, as the case may be.
Climbing in beside her, he decided not touching her was not going to happen. Mostly because there was zero chance he could keeps his hands off her in such close proximity and not go completely mad.
So he’d eat her pussy, and yeah okay, touching and kissing were permissible, but the no-sex rule stayed. He wanted her to want him the way he wanted her.
He wanted her to remember all the non-bedroom-related reasons they were so good together, and if that meant cock-blocking himself, so be it.
Jane turned to face him. “I’m supposed to be helping Mum at the shop tomorrow morning.”
Rafe adjusted the blankets to cover the both of them more evenly. “What time?”
“Five o’clock.” When his only response was a raised brow, she shrugged and said, “Bakers.”
He snorted. “Okay.” He usually got up at five-thirty for his morning run anyway. Getting up a little earlier wouldn’t kill him. He turned off the lamp. “I’ll drive you to work.”
“Okay,” she said, then rolled onto her side, facing away from him.
Rafe snuggled against her and wrapped his arm around her waist, felt that innate sense of pride wash over him again as his hand settled on her stomach. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
“Rafe?”
“Yeah?”
A soft sigh escaped her. “Why don’t you want to fuck me?”
Rafe chuckled and Jane stiffened in his arms. “I do want to,” he said, nuzzling into the fall of her hair, breathing in the scent of apples. “You know I do. But I told you back in May, I can’t be your rebound fuck anymore.”
“That’s not what this is,” she said quietly.
“No? As you so rightly pointed out this afternoon, you were jilted yesterday. If crawling through my window in the middle of the night demanding oral sex isn’t you on the rebound, then I don’t know what is.” He pumped his hips forwards and thrust his still-hard cock against the crease of her arse. “Of course, if you really want sex that bad….”
