Page 22 of Rafe

“We’ll go out. How about next Saturday night? I could get reservations at The Hartland if you’d like.” His voice was filled with casual confidence, yet there was a hint of hopefulness in the suggestion. He removed his hat from the peg and held it in his hands.

“I love their food. That sounds nice,” she said.

“Okay.” Their gazes locked, and Maggie couldn’t suppress the wide grin spreading across her lips. “What’s that for?” he asked, tilting his head with a curious smile.

She shook her head, laughter bubbling up. “I still can’t get over you walking out of that pool, completely naked.”

He grinned. “I always swim nude. How was I supposed toknow you were going to show up?”

“But you could have stayed in the pool until I left,” she teased, her tone playful yet challenging.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Rafe chuckled.

“You did it on purpose, Rafe. You wanted to shock me.”

“And did I?” He raised an eyebrow, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“You had me tongue-tied. You have an amazing body.” She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a soft murmur. “Every inch of it is impressive.”

“Same for you.” His fingers brushed lightly through several strands of her hair, their touch lingering for a moment before he turned away to open the door.

“Rafe?”

“Yeah?” He glanced back, one hand resting on the cool metal of the doorknob.

“Stay.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low and earnest, as if seeking reassurance in her eyes.

“Yes. How about we try a bed this time?” She smiled, hoping he wouldn’t turn her down.

He released the doorknob with a lingering touch, hung his hat back up, and drew her into his arms. Then he pressed his lips to hers with an urgency that sent sparks dancing along her skin. She responded with a soft moan, her fingers threading eagerly through his soft, dark hair as if to memorize each strand. His hands found her waist, gripping firmly as he pulled her even closer, melding their bodies into one matching embrace.

Slowly, deliberately, Rafe lifted his lips and locked his gaze with hers, his eyes reflecting a deep, simmering desire. “I want you so much, Maggie,” he whispered, each word dripping with fervent longing.

“I want you too, Rafe,” she replied breathily. With a step back,she released him from their close embrace just enough to take his hand, leading him toward her bed as if she were guiding him into a private, sacred space. Once there, she gently lifted his T-shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor in a soft cascade of fabric.

His voice softened to a murmured confession as he placed his face against her neck, planting tender kisses along its delicate curve. “I have to see you again,” he said, before trailing his lips upward to her ear. There, he captured her lobe between his teeth in a playful yet earnest gesture, whispering, “I want to fuck you hard,” in a tone that made her moan.

Maggie’s hands wandered down his defined chest, her touch exploring the strong line of his hard pecs and the subtle ridges of his six-pack, until her fingertips found the glimmering buckle of his belt. With swift, sure movements, she unhooked it and slid the zipper down, the fabric shifting to reveal the hardness beneath. Gently, she allowed her hand to slip beneath, wrapping her fingers around him; his groan of pleasure was deep and unrestrained when she squeezed just so.

“As I said, impressive,” she murmured seductively, her lips trailing across his chest in a series of soft, heated kisses.

Rafe lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the center of the bed. He placed her gently on the soft mattress before sitting on the edge to remove his boots. Then he stood, facing her with a mixture of eagerness and admiration, and shed his jeans and boxer briefs, revealing an athletic and sculpted form that seemed almost too perfect to be real. Maggie’s eyes roamed over his chiseled body, tracing every defined muscle and sinewy line. With a teasing smile, she playfully crooked her finger at him, prompting an irrepressible grin to spread across his face.

He moved, shaking his head in silent understanding as he ambled to the foot of the bed. There, he reached down and removed her lounge pants with a fluid motion, revealingmore of her enticing silhouette. Standing upright, he arched a questioning eyebrow.

“Commando?” he asked softly.

“Yes. Rafe, please,” she replied, her voice both commanding and tender.

“I will,” he promised, lowering himself onto one knee on the bed. With deliberate care, he pulled her into a sitting position and gently removed her T-shirt. Their lips met again in an unbroken, passionate kiss as he lowered her onto the bed. His kiss was a blend of hunger and tenderness; his hand drifted with measured caresses down to cup her breast. His thumb brushed over her nipple, coaxing it to harden, then repeated the slow, teasing ritual on the other one.

After a lingering kiss that sent shivers along her skin, his lips embarked on a journey down her body—skimming her chin, caressing the curve of her neck, trailing over her exposed chest until they finally reached her breast. There, he took her nipple deep into his mouth, sucking with a slow, almost reverent intensity.

Maggie’s fingers dug into his hair as he continued his descent, each kiss sparking a fire within her. He gently nudged her legs apart, then cradled her lower body as he buried his face between her legs, lavishing attention on her clitoris with slow, deliberate suckling. He savored every precious second until the rising tide of pleasure overwhelmed her, and she cried out as her climax came in a burst of unbridled ecstasy.

Reaching over the side of the bed, Rafe extracted his wallet from his jeans to retrieve a condom. Maggie watched closely as he tore open the packet, but before he could roll it on, she took it from him. With measured, deliberate care, she unrolled it slowly down his hardened cock, her eyes never leaving his, as if etching the moment into memory.

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