Page 15 of Culmination
What a fucking future we have.
“God, that was incredible,” she breathes out, loosening her legs from around my waist and planting her feet near the other side of me on the bed. “You’re incredible. I swear, it’s so cliché, but each time is better than the last. A girl could get used to this.”
“Mmm,” I murmur, too damn sated, too spent to formulate words.
“Hell, Iamgetting used to this,” she says, amending her previous statement.
I smile into her neck and place a quick kiss on her skin. She tastes of coconut and sweat, and it’s a heady combination.
Fuck me. I’m a goner for this girl.
With our hands still clasped, I lift just enough to gaze down at her. She sinks her head back into the pillow, clearly sated and satisfied. Her eyes dance with delight, and she playfully bites her lip as she purposely squeezes her walls around me again.
“See? Like I said, I’m quite attached,” she teases, swirling her hips.
Hell, I’m half fucking hard for her again already. Her cheeks are flushed, and her well-fucked appearance sends a shot of pride through me. Whatever she went through in the past doesn’t matter. She’s mine now. The baby is mine. Even with that damned fucking bandage on her forehead, she’s never been more beautiful than she is with her hair fanned around on the pillow, her lips swollen and plump, or her pussy still convulsing with little aftershocks of her orgasm. My heart’s never been as full as it is now, in this hotel bed, with my cock buried deep inside the woman who’s carrying my child.
“Give me that mouth, baby,” I say, my voice raspy after the impromptu workout.
She rises ever so slightly, and I capture her lips, cover her mouth with mine in a slow, languid kiss. Her tongue darts out, seeking entrance, to which I readily comply. And that’s how we stay for a while. With me still inside her warm heat, kissing as if our lives depend on it. It’s as if she’s trying to get her fill. But she doesn’t have to. She has the rest of our lives to replenish.
When she gives me one last peck and pulls back, her smile is radiant. Her lids are heavy like she’s drunk from our lovemaking, and my heart constricts. I commit the sight to memory, wishing I had a camera to capture the moment.
How the hell could Morningstar have let her go?
I shake the thought out of my head because it doesn’t matter. He may want her back, but he’s not the one here. I am. And I always will be.
I lean down and place my forehead on hers, gazing into her eyes. “I’m so fucking in love with you, Brie,” I tell her. “I’m never letting you go.”
It’s not the first time I’ve told her, and it certainly won’t be the last. But there’s something about being here, in Chicago in the midst of who the hell knows what danger is lurking around us, that makes me want to emphasize how much she’s come to mean to me.
“Then I guess it’s a good thing, Rafe, that I’ll always be yours.”
Now, Adrian Morningstar needs to realize it once and for all.
No, he doesn’t need to realize it. He needs it pummeled into his brain until he tucks his tail between his legs and walks runs away.
OH GOD. MY TOESare curling. Electrical currents surge through me, causing my entire body to shiver. I’m not just seeing stars from the pleasure of Rafe’s orgasm. It was out of this world, and I’m not sure this is a high I’ll ever come down from.
Sex with Rafe has always been unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. He’s so different than Adrian, and this was the perfect reminder of why I fell for him so quickly. Adrian never put my needs above his own, especially not in the bedroom. Rafe? He cares more about my pleasure than his own.
He’s attentive and loving, and I have never felt so cherished than I do when I’m with him. I could kick myself for even needing this reminder. One appearance from Adrian sent me reeling, but Rafe did precisely what I knew he would. He brought me back to him, where I’m grounded.
As we both come down from our incredible climax, I give him a lazy grin, ready to ask when we can go for round two, but the look on his face stops me. He’s gazing down at me with what I can only call complete adoration, and it’s downright endearing. But then his expression changes. It darkens and I brace myself for what’s about to come.
Except nothing could have prepared me for the bomb he drops on me.
“Morningstar knows we’re here. And he knows about the baby.”
Oh my God.
“What?” I ask, incredulous. How could he possibly know about Adrian?
Without answering, he pushes up off me and exits the bed. I watch in silent disbelief as he disappears into the bathroom. My mind’s reeling and I barely notice the sound of running water. When Rafe returns, he silently lifts me off the bed and stalks towards the bathroom, not stopping until we’re by the tub. He sets me down and then gets in, beckoning for me to do the same. I readily comply.
The water is soothing against my skin, as are Rafe’s fingers when he runs them along my damp arms. I could rest against his chest, basking in his close proximity, and ignore the chaos that awaits us outside this hotel room. Here, in this bath, it’s just the two of us, in love without a care or worry.
If only.
