Page 222 of Rosetti Family New York
“Maybe I like a little scandal,” he says, lips brushing mine.
His words shoot through me like fire. I feel them everywhere.
We step inside the library, and it’s so cavernous and empty that I can’t help the wild grin on my face. I’ve never wanted to do anything like this, never thought I’d be this girl. But here I am, scheming with a mafia bad boy to have sex in his family’s library, getting hotter and wetter at the thought of being caught.
Rafe sees it in my eyes and raises an eyebrow.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
I push the heavy doors shut, daring him to stop me, knowing he won’t.
“Thought you liked living dangerously,” I say, throwing his words back at him.
His smirk is all hunger. “You going to put your money where your mouth is, Carter?”
I lock the door and face him, breathless and electric. It’s a massive room, and I’m dizzy with how wrong and how right this is. We’re insane. We’re daring. We’re both going to pay for this later.
But right now, I don’t care.
I stalk toward him, like maybe I’m the one with the power. Maybe he’ll let me think I am, just for a second. My steps echo off the marble, making the space between us feel charged, waiting to combust.
Rafe watches, all anticipation and longing, knowing exactly what I’m doing, letting me do it anyway.
I reach him, tangle my fingers in his shirt, and yank him to me, kissing him with a heat that’s almost violent. He responds in a flash, all restraint gone. I can’t believe how hard I want this. We don’t bother finding a couch, a chair, anything. We’re a frenzy ofhands, tongues, bodies, and we end up on the cold, hard floor, right there between the bookshelves.
His mouth is everywhere, insistent and wild. His hands are rough and fast, stripping me of my clothes, my sanity, my everything. It’s thrilling, overwhelming, making me shake.
I struggle to keep up, losing myself, not caring at all.
He strips off my jeans, the heat of him relentless and consuming. I’m so far gone I’m seeing stars, clutching at him, holding him to me. We don’t take our time, but we make it last. He’s skin and strength and raw want. He’s on top of me, inside me, and I think I’m going to lose my mind.
The cold marble is nothing, just a reminder of where we are, of the danger we’re in. But Rafe is everything. I’m riding the edge of control, wanting him, needing him, as desperate as I am.
He pulls out, making me gasp, turning me over, dragging me onto all fours, entering me again from behind. I’m gone, insane, every nerve on fire. It’s risky and reckless and more than I’ve ever dreamed.
“You’re a fucking maniac,” he groans, pounding into me.
It doesn’t take long. I’m there, right there, pushed to the brink and ready to explode, ready to come, so full of him and wild with it that I think I’ll die if I don’t. He fills me up, rocks me, fucks me with everything he’s got.
Then we’re both gone, tumbling, breaking, hitting our limit. I bite down on my lip, barely stifling a cry. He holds me there, pulling me close, shaking with the force of it all. We’re a shivering, laughing mess of limbs and heat.
We’re insane. We’re perfect. We’re about to get caught.
“What was that?” I gasp, half choking, half laughing.
Rafe hauls me to my feet, pulling on his clothes, helping me find mine.
“I mean, it was amazing,” I say, doing a frantic search for my missing sock, half-dressed and out of breath. “But that noise?”
He’s still breathing hard, his face bright, a mixture of panic and excitement.
“Shit,” he says. “Someone’s coming.”
I hear it now too. Footsteps in the hall. They’re close. I grab his arm, holding on, ready to make a run for it.
“Think it’s your sister?” I whisper. “Or one of your terrifying brothers?”
“Worse,” he says, looking terrified. “Could be Nanna.”
