Page 17 of Sugar and the Skeptic
“Oh, I never went to prom, so I wouldn’t know about that,” he says, leaning against the wall as I move around the bed and take in the romantic setting he’s created.
“I’m surprised by that.”
“Why’s that.”
“Well, you’re gorgeous. I’m sure you had girls lining up to be your date.”
“None I wanted to make memories with,” he says, pushing off the wall when I turn and smile at him. Swooning because this man knows how to say all the right things.
“You want to make memories with me?” I ask as he moves in front of me and takes my hands in his, pulling me in close and swaying to music we can’t hear. He pushes me away and twirls me under his arm.
“I want to makeallthe memories with you, Sugar.” He draws me in close again, and I press myself warmly against his chest. “I’ve fallen deep here.”
“When did that happen? It was when you saw my naked ass when I was bent over in your lake, wasn’t it?”
He chuckles and lifts my hand to kiss me on the knuckles. “That might have helped me along. But I had a good idea my heart belonged to you when you walked into the bar during Ajax and Ainsley’s wedding. I was mid-sentence, adamantly denying that soulwinks were real, and in you walked looking like an angel with the way the light shone through your caramel hair. I was awestruck. I couldn’t speak. I could only stare.”
“And then when I tried to talk to you, you almost fell over trying to get away from me. I thought you hated me on sight.”
“No.” He shakes his head. “The exact opposite. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since.”
“Well,that’sdefinitely because of the naked ass part.”
He laughs again. “That was a happy accident. You gave me some wonderful dreams that night.”
My body heats at the thought. “I’ve been dreaming of you too.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmm-Hmm. You are an incredibly sexy human.”
A massive grin takes over his face. “Ditto, Sugar. Ditto.”
We stop dancing, our eyes locked intensely on each other, knowing what’s to come but savoring the anticipation that crackles in the air around us, drawing us closer, closer, until our mouths connect and fireworks seem to light up behind my eyes.
It starts off slow at first, tongues taking over the dancing as we take our time tasting and exploring. Then our hands get involved, moving over our clothes and down over bodies. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks and pull me flush against him, and I whimper as a jolt of need hits me right between the legs. I can feel his steely hardness pressing into my belly, and the idea of taking it inside me has me shaking with want.
“I need you around my cock, Sugar,” he rasps, his hands reaching down and gripping fistfuls of the fabric of my dress.
“What else?” I whisper, loving the way he talks when we’re like this. It makes me feel desired beyond belief.
“I need you naked and beneath me while I drive myself into you over and over.” He lifts my dress and I hold my arms up for him, letting him pull it over my head and drop it on the floor beside us. “I want you so on edge that you’re screaming my name, begging me to let you come.”
“Oh god, yes.”
Reaching around my back, he grips the clasp of my bra, twisting it open just as his mouth lands on mine again, kissing me possessively and removing the last of my clothing like he owns me. Which is exactly what I want. I want to be his. No holds barred. I’m ready to give myself to him completely.
“Take me, Rafe.”
He growls, placing his hands on my shoulders and pushing until I fall backward onto the bed, letting out a slight giggle as I land and petals fly everywhere.
“You are so fucking gorgeous, Clementine,” he rasps, his fingers moving up to unbutton his dress shirt. “Open your legs for me. I want to see how wet you are.”
Biting the inside of my lip, I do as he says, loving the way his breathing starts to rumble as he continues his tantalizingly slow shirt removal. I’ve seen his tattoos already, but there’s something about seeing them starting to peek out from behind the open cotton of his shirt that has my insides clenching and my mouth salivating. I want to run my tongue over every one of them, feel the hard heat of his muscular body beneath my tongue, and I want to watch those pictures dance as he moves on top of me.
“Since this is your first time, how do you want this? Slow?”
“No.” I shake my head from side to side. “I don’t want slow.”
