Page 123 of Angels and Skulls
“Good.”
He pulls me close, so our bodies are touching, and moves us under it.
“Oh my god. Why does this feel so amazing?” I say, tilting my head back to wet my hair.
“Probably because you’ve only had a tub. I’m sure it’s been a while since you had a shower.”
I blink at him as drops of water fall off my lashes. I remember the last time I showered. It was at Rachel’s hotel.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, stroking his thumb over my cheek.
I tell him the truth.
He doesn’t get upset or mad. He just listens. “I’m glad she saved your life that day,” he says when I’ve finished.
“Me too.”
We remain quiet as we soap up, our hands and fingers quietly exploring each other. It’s soft and careful at first, but as the water cools down, we heat up.
He picks me up off my feet, and my legs wrap around his waist. He barely takes the time to shut the water off before he walks through the room, dripping water everywhere.
We fall onto the bed, our mouths fused together.
“I love you, Jenny. Fuck, I love you,” he whispers frantically over my face.
I match his energy, hungry for him to be inside of me. “I love you too.” My hands cradle his face, my fingers brushing over his beard. “I need you. Right now.”
His eyes bounce over mine. “But I was going to make slow, soft love to you,” he says with a shy grin.
“Later, but right now, I just …” Tears pool in my eyes, and I can’t explain it. I just need him so badly.
Raffe shifts between my legs, his hard length rubbing against me. He holds my face in his hands and slowly slides into me.
My eyelids flutter, but he whispers for me to keep them open. “Stay here with me,” he says quietly … gently.
I stare at him, and when he’s fully seated, I let out a little sob.
We cling to each other, and everything begins to melt away. All the pain, the fear, the heartache. It’s been an eternity since I’ve felt this level of peace.
He wipes my tears away as he continues to hold me. “I’d wait a thousand more years to feel this with you, but I’m glad I don’t have to.”
My muscles clench at his words, and his eyes roll in his head. “Fuck, baby, I’ve got to start moving now.”
I do it again, letting him know I’m okay with that.
Raffe gets his way, and he in fact makes soft, slow love to me. I’ve never slept with someone I’ve loved, yet alone liked. This is new and wonderful. I don’t ever want it to end.
“Oh, oh Raffe,” I moan, my legs trembling around him. I pull him closer, deeper …
He tilts his hips, and his lips descend on mine. His kiss deepens as he takes me higher and higher.
My entire body tenses, and he groans into my mouth. The sound carries me over the edge, and I take him with me.
We do it over and over again. Neither of us getting our fill of the other. Maybe we’re making up for lost time. I don’t know if it will always be like this, but for tonight … we’re not letting each other go.
Eventually, we run out of steam. He sits on the edge of the bed, naked, cutting an apple with his knife. He hands me a slice. I smile at him shyly, taking it from him, purposefully trailing my fingers over his.
“I guess I should probably go to my room and let you get some sleep.” He’s focused on his blade, and I hear the uncertainty in his voice.
