Page 102 of Give & Take

“Sunshine, when I’m alone with you it’s my constant state of being. When I’m alone without you—fuck. You have no idea how many times I’ve made myself come thinking of you.”

Heat flares through me. When I drop my eyes to his bulge, the heat centers down low.

He sees me looking. He doesn’t move, doesn’t try to hide it.

“What did you use, Lana?”

He won’t let me get away without the details.

“A dildo,” I say plainly. “A big dildo I imagined was your cock.”

“Jesus fuck,” Raph says, his chest moving now as he breathes heavily. He closes his eyes as if gathering strength. “Do you mean to tell me if I’d opened those blinds I would have gotten to see you fucking yourself with a?—”

“Dildo, yes. I imagined it was yours, Raph. All I could think about was you fucking me.”

Raph makes a low, desperate sound, then abruptly stands up.

And steps into the bathtub.

“Raph!” I exclaim. “Your clothes!” He’s barefoot, in jeans and a t-shirt. But he doesn’t care. He just lowers himself onto me, his clothed body pressing against my naked one under water.

“These clothes are the only thing keeping me from fucking you right this second,” he says as he grips my jaw, lowering his lips over mine, he practically snarls; the sound of hunger desperate at the back of his throat.

“What happened to your famous restraint?” I whisper, aware I’m being a brat.

“You demolished it the moment ‘fucking yourself with a dildo for me’ entered the chat.”

His next kiss is a savage, desperate connection. His tongue claims my mouth in a show of ownership, his teeth sinking onto my bottom lip. His hand grips my bare ass under the water.

“How long do we have?” he asks as he kisses my collarbone.

“Two hours at least,” I breathe.

His sodden jeans are deliciously rough against the tenderness between my legs.

“I could fuck you for two days,” he says. “But two hours is enough for you to show me what I missed.” He drops a wet kiss on my throat.

I hold him back. “Wait. You’re serious?”

“As a heart attack. I need to see you.” He pulls back. “Unless…not if it’s just for me. If it would turn you?—”

“Yes,” I say,

With that, Raph stands up, water sluicing from his soaked clothes, and steps over the edge of the tub onto the floor. Water splatters around him onto the floor, but all I can hear is the sound of my own breath. All I can do is stare at the way his soaked clothes cling to every part of him. How through his shirt, I can see the trail of dark hair pointing straight to the thickness straining against his zipper before he strides toward the door.

Just before exiting the room though, he stops. He reaches for the hook where I hung my clothes, slipping his hand inside my shorts. His long lean fingers emerge with my panties hooked around them. The ones I was wearing before getting into the bath.

The sight is so hot I can hardly breathe.

Raphael winks as he grips them into his fist.

Then he’s gone.

Chapter 27

Raphael

Itruly didn’t think Lana could get any hotter. I still don’t. I’m sure this is the pinnacle of hotness for any woman on this planet.

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