Page 58 of Corrupt Crown
Like we’llneverbe close enough.
With a groan, he rocks his hips against mine, ripping his mouth away when he tugs one of my braids to one side. The move presents my neck to his ravenous mouth, and he runs the flat of his tongue from my collarbone to the shell of my ear, nipping the lobe lightly.
“Kiss me again, Rafe.” My plea is a gasp, and he lifts his dark head to capture my eyes. His pupils are blown, and the depth within his gaze knocks the breath from my lungs before he seals his mouth to mine again.
When he pumps his hips against me, I cry out as he continues to devour my mouth. I can feel his hard cock rubbing against my clit through the tight workout leggings, hitting me just right, and I wrap my legs around his ass, tugging him closer as I lock my ankles.
He rocks against me, harder this time, and I move with him, groaning into his mouth as sensations I’ve never imagined roll through my body.
His hands move down and cup my ass, settling me more firmly against him, and he slows our kiss, his tongue languidly rolling against mine. Our bodies are so closely entangled that I’m not entirely sure where I end and he begins, and I don’t ever want to find out.
Both of us jump when a loud gunshot pierces the silence, and Rafe immediately crouches over my body, shielding me from the potential threat.
I lie still beneath him, scarcely breathing, until I hear a chuckle rumble deep inside his chest, and he sits up onto his knees with a self-deprecating smirk.
“What happened? What was that?”
He quirks an eyebrow, jerking his thumb behind his back in the direction of the house. My eyes scan the building, quickly locating Sasquatch. He’s grinning as he cleans his firearm—the firearm that clearly broke our make-out session—and he doesn’t appear to be the least bit sorry for interrupting us.
I look back at Rafe with a smile of my own as he rises to stand, helping me to my feet alongside him before hugging me close to his side.
My arms wrap around his waist as though it’s the most natural thing in the world, and another chuckle escapes his kiss-stained lips. “I was right.”
As we start back toward the house, I glance up at him, finding him smiling like the cat who got the cream. I lean in closer, unable to get enough of this side of him. The side he gives to me.
Onlyto me.
“About what?”
Our feet stop as he looks down on me. His eyes are pools of rich, dark chocolate, shining with an emotion that knocks the breath from my body.
I’m unable and unwilling to look away as he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear to cup my cheek and brings our lips together ever-so softly. His words ghost over my mouth, making my heart sing.
“Youdohave lips that were made to be kissed.”
CHAPTER 19
ELODIE
The twinkling lightsof whatever city lies on the other side of the bay twinkle in the distance. The bells of several anchored yachts drift closer in the warm nighttime breeze as I sit silently on the balcony of my suite.
I haven’t yet tried to sleep, despite having gotten dressed for bed over two hours ago, because I know it won’t come easy tonight. Following the semi-public humping incident on the lawn earlier, my sex has been pulsating all evening.
I’m entirely sure that if I were to brush the pad of my thumb over my clit, I’d come apart instantly. But the thought of self-gratification fills me with nothing but disappointment.
Rafe’s confession from this afternoon has been playing on repeat inside my head all day.
“I want you more than I need air to breathe, but I’m just a man. A man who’s desperate to make you his…”
My mind can’t help reliving that kiss over and over again, and all I know for certain is that it tasted like the promise of so muchmore.
Does he not realize I’m already his?
Before I’ve even fully allowed the thought to form, I’m on my bare feet. As I cross the suite, and step out into the hall,I straighten my shoulders, tossing my hair back, intent on my destination. The journey down the stairs takes less than sixty seconds, and before I even reach the bottom, I hear it.
The piano.
I follow the sound, coming to a stop outside the slightly ajar door of the music room to take a moment to listen, instantly recognizing my favorite Beethoven piece,“Moonlight Sonata.”With a small push, the door opens enough for me to slip inside, and the sight that greets me fills me with raw emotion.