Page 69 of The Last Dance You Saved
The feel of her naked body draped over me, the smell of her, the taste of her on my tongue, only caused the yearning to beat more chaotically inside my chest. I didn’t want anyone else toeverhave her this way. What she’d given up in those last few moments, those pieces of her she’d handed over, needed to belong solely to me. But how the hell was I supposed to make that happen?
I finally moved, dragging a hand into her hair and tugging so she was forced to share those deep, blue pools with me. Instead of reading her emotions as I’d intended, I lost myself completely, found myself drowning in them. Every breath I took belonged to her.
I loathed it. And loved it.
From the moment I’d first seen her, I’d been captured by her beauty, but she was especially stunning like this, with her dark locks tousled, lips swollen from my kisses, and skin flushed from coming apart multiple times at my demand.
My body responded to that look, tightening and hardening beneath her.
I captured her mouth, and the heat of her burned through me like the very best bourbon. In one swift move, I picked her up and carried her to the dresser. Taking a step back, I dealt with the first condom and slid on another.
“You’re ready to go again, Slick?” Wonder danced over her face.
In response, I stepped between her thighs and slid a thumb along her center. She gasped. It was sexy and beautiful and mine.
I swallowed it, mouth pummeling into hers, taking ownership, claiming her as much as she’d claimed me. I slid into her with a barely controlled thrust. As I bottomed out, pleasure rippled through me. The world grew hazy until there was nothing but the blaze burning between us and the honeyed taste and smell that was Sadie.
I’d told her I wouldn’t be gentle, and I hadn’t expected to be. The need in me, the anger and frustration spiraling through me when she’d walked into the room, had me expecting to be anything but. And yet now, watching the need crest over her face, I wanted every move to be a caress. Every thrust an adoring worship.
It was Sadie who took the mellow edge and turned it wild and rough once more. She dug her heels into my ass, easing forward on the dresser until there was no space between us. Until our bodies seemed forged together. One entity engaged in a feral search for another release. This singular mating dance was all that mattered. The promised heaven the only call we could heed.
Her sweet moans and whimpers were quiet, and I suddenly hated we were in a house full of people, because I wanted to hear her scream. I wanted to hear the sound she would make when there was nothing but moonlight and bluebells and water rushing around us.
“Rafe… God… Rafe.” It was a frantic plea.
I picked her up and moved so her back was up against the wall, so the force was full and intense as I slammed back into her. She went off like an untamed mare sensing freedom, a quiet, beautiful cry escaping her that sounded like chimes on the gates of heaven, and I followed her through the pearly expanse, my body and heart and soul all landing deep inside her.
Our chests heaved, our breathing labored, but when she pushed the lock of my hair that had fallen over my brow away, I saw her lips were tilted upward. A softness surrounded her I vowed to keep. Our lives weren’t anywhere near suited, but I was good at problem-solving, and I’d figure out how to blend our worlds together. That forging I’d felt as we’d gone over the edge together would be the base of a beautiful future.
I kissed her, slow and deep, saying with my lips everything I couldn’t quite find the words to verbalize yet.
She’d ripped away my anger and frustration, leaving behind nothing but goddamn tenderness. Caring.Love. Goddamn it, I loved her. It should be impossible to feel so much for someone in such a short span. And yet I did.
I slowly eased her to the floor, and our eyes met again, a mix of emotions swimming between us. I tucked her hair behind her ear, finger stroking her cheek. Then, I twined our hands and led her back to the bed.
I left her there to step into the bathroom and dealt with the condom, and when I came back, she’d picked up her torn tank top and was trying to figure out how to put it on.
I ripped it from her hand and threw it over my shoulder.
“Rafe—”
“No. I’m not done with you,” I told her and dragged her onto the mattress with me. I landed on my back with her sprawled over my chest and our legs tangled.
She propped her chin on a hand, watching me as she said, “I’m happy you weren’t all huff and bluster. You backed up those promises pretty damn well, Slick.”
I tugged a single lock. “You rushed me, Tennessee. I wanted to take my time.”
She laughed softly. “That wasn’t you taking your time? I thought I was going to explode. I think I actually might have.”
I felt the grin from the bottom of my stomach all the way to my lips.
She touched my mouth with a look of awe on her face. “You’re stunning when you let go. When you let yourself feel.”
My throat constricted.
She closed her eyes briefly before meeting my gaze again. “We said we’d talk.”
I wasn’t sure I wanted to now. Wasn’t sure I wanted to know what additional hurdles lie between us, but ignoring the elephant in the room wouldn’t do us any good either.
