Page 12 of Sugar and the Skeptic
“Rafe. Why are you looking at me like that?” she whispers back, looking like a deer caught in headlights.
“Because I’m not going to let my ego get in the way of my intuition anymore.”
She gasps. “You think it’s me? I…I didn’t read it like that on purpose. I’m just—”
“I know.” I start moving around the kitchen counter to her. “But don’t you think it’s pretty obvious? You love the idea of family but you don’t have one of your own. And while I hate to be the guy to point this out, we’ve already been over your insecurities about your looks. You think you need to keep moving because you’re the only person you can truly count on. But I see you, Sugar. And I want you. I’m not gonna let my desire to prove a point to my family get in the way of something I know deep to my core will be amazin’. I can eat my words. I can admit I was wrong. Because you, Sugar. Beautiful you, are worth fighting for.”
“Clementine,” she whispers, stopping me in my tracks just before I reach her.
“What?”
“My name. It’s not Sugar. It’s Clementine.”
“Clementine,” I say, lifting a hand and brushing her hair back from her face. “Just as sweet.”
“You can…” Her eyes flick from my mouth to my eyes. “You can keep calling me Sugar, though. I kinda like it.”
“OK. Sugar,” I murmur, bringing my mouth down on hers and breathing her in while I kiss her deep and long, losing myself in the sensation of letting my guard down and falling into her. Into us.
CLEMENTINE
Ialways considered myself an observer. A person life happened in front of, but never to. So when Rafe advances on me, convinced I’m the twin flame we asked the cards about, I’m almost too stunned to speak. How in the world could a man likehim, hold a candle of interest for a woman likeme? It doesn’t make any sense.
Well, logically it doesn’t. But physically, when our hands and mouths are roaming and exploring, our bodies pressing close together and writhing, I can’t deny there’s a connection. What I’m not sure about is how deep. I’ve never experienced any level of intimacy to compare it to before, so I genuinely don’t know.
“What you do to me, Clementine,” he moans, his palms drifting over my breasts then gripping tight. I moan. I want more. But I don’t know how to say it out loud. “I’m so fucking hard. So fucking desperate. You. This body.” He grips my hips and pulls me solidly against him. “It’s all I can think about.”
“T-touch me,” I force out, my heart beating out a panicked staccato in my chest.What if he refuses me? What if he pushes me away suddenly and makes a sound like he thinks I’m repulsive?
But my fears turn unfounded when he slides his hand down past the waistband of my skirt and panties and moans when he hits my hot center.
“Fuck, Sugar. So wet and ready for me.”
I let out a whimper when he glides his fingers through my seam, teasing my slick and aching entrance before moving to my clit and causing me to cry out in pleasure.
“Feel good?” he murmurs, soft lips nipping at my ear.
“Yes,” I gasp as my hips rock needily with his movement. “So good.”
I cling to him, my mouth open and dry as my head turns light with desire. I’m no stranger to the pleasures of my body. But I’ve only ever experienced those pleasures alone. While I’m a technical virgin because I’ve never been with a man before, I’m not completely clueless when it comes to the big O. Before now, I’d made my peace with the idea that my sex life would start and end with me, my fingers and a few battery-operated toys. But as Rafe’s fingers tease and tantalize my most private of areas, there’s something about having someone else on the other end of that touch that hits different. It’s sublime.
“You have no idea how good this feels for me too, Sugar. You feel like silk to the touch, and my balls are heavy just thinking about how good it’ll be when I’m deep inside you.” He runs the tip of his thick finger around my entrance and probes in slightly.
“Please, Rafe.” I’m not above begging. I may have only met this man a couple of days ago, but each time we’ve been anywhere near each other, my pulse has picked up speed and my entire body has wound tight with anticipation. I’m a livewire ready to snap at any given moment.
“Please?” His mouth moves to my lips where he sucks and drives his tongue in, stealing away my breath as his fingers rob me of my ability to think. “You want to come for me, Clementine?”
“Yes. Oh god.Yes.”
“Hmm.” His mouth drags down my chin, my neck, landing on my collarbone where he licks a lazy trail to my clavicle then wraps a big hand around my throat, smoothing his thumb over my rapid beating pulse. “I’m not ready for you to come yet,” he rasps, pulling his fingers from my panties and lifting them to his lips. “Not until I’ve had a taste.”
RAFE
Islide my fingers past my lips, moaning when the sweet flavor of her touches my tongue. My dick jolts, and I can already feel the pre-cum making a mess of my boxers. I’ve never wanted to be inside a woman more than I do this one.
“My god, you taste good,” I murmur, placing my hands on her hips and lifting her without effort onto the counter. She lets out a slight gasp, and as I lower to my knees, I push her skirt up past her thighs. “I’ll bet you’re dripping for me.”
Inhaling her heady fragrance, I tuck my fingers into the edge of her panties and pull them to the side, revealing a set of thick, glistening lips beckoning me in.
