Page 15 of Rafe

After dismounting, they led their horses to the water’s edge. Both took long, refreshing sips, the cool pool soothing the heat of their exertions. Maggie sank onto the soft grass, surprised when Rafe joined her, settling down beside her in a companionable silence.

The sun hung heavy in the sky, its golden rays spilling over the rolling pastures, but Maggie barely noticed. Her entire world had narrowed to the man beside her, the heat of his body radiating like a furnace, making her skin prickle with want. Rafe was a damn masterpiece, his rugged face shadowed under the brim of his hat, his broad chest heaving ever so slightly as he breathed. She could smell him; sweat, leather, and something utterly masculine that made her mouth water. His jeans clung to his powerful thighs like a second skin.

Maggie’s heart hammered in her chest as she leaned back on the grass, her fingers twitching with the need to touch him. She watched, transfixed, as Rafe removed his hat and lay back, placing it over his face like he didn’t have a care in the world. But she knew better. There was tension in the air, thick and electric, and it crackled between them like a live wire.

“Did you come here to nap?” she teased, her voice trembling slightly despite her efforts to sound casual.

“No,” he murmured, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. “But I could.”

Her eyes roamed over him shamelessly, drinking in every inch of his body. His chest was a work of art, the kind of muscle that came from years of hard labor, not some sterile gym. Her gaze dropped lower, over the flat plane of his stomach to the fly of his jeans, which strained against something she couldn’t see but could certainly remember.

“How tall are you, Rafe?” she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.

“Six five,” he replied as he lifted his hat, his lips quirking into a smirk as he opened one eye to look at her. “Shorty.”

“I’m five foot five.”

“I’m a foot taller than you.”

“That’s true,” she sighed, her voice trembling with something she couldn’t quite name. She turned her head to look at him, her heart skipping a beat when she found his eyes already on her. “You won’t get in trouble for taking off, will you?”

Rafe chuckled, sending her heart into a wild, dwarfed rhythm. His smile glowed with an honesty that made her pulse quicken. The man was way too handsome.

“No. I’m the boss. I can disappear whenever I want,” he stated. He sat up, bent his knees casually, and rested his wrists on them as he stared out at the rippling, sunlit water.

“I didn’t think Fred would get mad at you,” Maggie said, her eyes meeting his in a silent exchange that held more meaning than words.

In that charged moment, their eyes spoke a language of longing and vulnerability. His gaze dropped briefly to her lips before returning to her eyes, coaxing her forward until she closed the remaining distance between them. Rafe’s fingers wove gently through her hair as he brought her lips to his, deepening the kiss with a passion that seemed to suspend time itself. Slowly, he eased her onto her back and lay beside her, their proximity igniting a blaze of sensation.

Maggie ran her fingers through his hair in a tender, exploratory caress. Every touch, every whispered moment of intimacy was unparalleled, a stark contrast to what she had known before.

“Rafe…” she whispered when she finally pulled back, her voice trembling with wonder and desire.

“Do you want me to stop? I will, Maggie. You never have to worry,” he murmured reassuringly.

“No, I want you to kiss me again,” she replied, her words husky with yearning.

With renewed fervor, he pressed his lips to hers, shifting over her as his knee gently spread her legs before settling himself between them. In scarcely a moment, the world around them dissolved as they tore away at each other’s clothes with an urgency born of deep, unspoken need, leaving nothing in their wake save for her black lace panties. Maggie’s eyes glistened with awe as she watched him retrieve a condom from his wallet, a detail that underscored the raw, unfiltered intimacy of the moment. Her admiration for his perfectly honed body was nearly overwhelming, and she could barely contain the hunger that surged within her as he rolled the condom onto his aroused cock.

“Rafe, please,” she pleaded softly, her voice quivering with anticipation.

Once again, his lips engulfed hers as he resumed his passionate exploration between her trembling legs. His kisses trailed a sensuous path from her cheek down to her earlobe, along her neck, and over her breasts until he captured her nipple in a tender, intense suck that made Maggie gasp in breathless astonishment.

As his lips continued their journey lower, she gripped his hair, her body already aware of the promising pleasure to come. Though she had anticipated this touch, every sensation was utterly new to her. Unlike the restrained intimacy of past lovers. Now, she reveled in the freedom of being touched without reservation.

A soft moan escaped her when he tugged at the elastic of her panties with his teeth, his thumbs sliding within to pull them down her legs before tossing them aside. His kisses continued their intimate odyssey, climbing upward along her legs until they reached the juncture of her thighs. There, he lowered hismouth to her clitoris, sucking with a passion that rendered Maggie breathless.

In that profound moment of bliss, as her belly fluttered with the surge of an orgasm, an experience so unlike the hollowness she had known with Frederick, she gasped, her breaths coming in rapid bursts.

“Let go, Maggie. Let go, baby,” Rafe murmured tenderly, his words sending her spiraling over the edge into a realm of ecstatic abandon. Her scream, mingled with laughter, echoed off the distant mountains, a wild celebration of pure, unadulterated passion.

Rafe shifted upward along her body, pressing his lips to hers once more as he inched himself deep inside her. A low groan of satisfaction escaped him as he settled in as far as he could, while Maggie instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. With a whispered, “Move with me,” he deepened the rhythm of their union, his lips returning to hers in a fierce, demanding kiss as he rode her with a rough intensity that left nothing unsaid between them.

Maggie moved her hips to meet his every thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, and she could feel another orgasm building low in her belly.

“Rafe…” She gasped, her nails digging into his back as she teetered on the edge once more.

“I can feel you clenching around my cock, Maggie. Damn, you feel so good,” he growled, thrusting harder and faster until she shattered around him with a cry. Her body convulsed with pleasure as Rafe followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing inside her as he groaned her name.

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