Page 11 of Falling for Raine

So I gave in to a different urge entirely. I ran a single digit along his smooth jaw and brushed my thumb over the shell of his ear. He shivered, leaning into my touch like a greedy cat.

“You’re beautiful,” I said, stepping closer still.

Raine scoffed. “I am not, but thanks. I’ve been called cute, and in a certain light when I’m wearing my best ‘fuck-me jeans’ I can pass for sexy, but—gah. I’m talking too much. I’m sorry. I’m nervous. It’s better if you do the talking. And while you’re at it, maybe assure me you aren’t a murderer.”

“A murderer?” I repeated with a laugh.

“You don’t give off murdery vibes, but I don’t know you and you don’t know me.”

“No, but I’ve had two fingers inside you and I know what you look like when you come, so…that’s something.”

He widened his eyes in surprise. “Definitely something. You haven’t kissed me, though. That could be murdery or?—”

I pulled him against my chest and crashed my mouth over his. Raine melted in my arms, opening for me immediately. Our tongues twisted in a frenzy. I broke for air, nipping his chin as I cupped his pert ass.

“You’re safe here.” I kissed him breathless again, tugging his shirt from his impossibly tight jeans. “But I do want you.”

“Yes. That’s…yes,” he panted. “You can have me.”

“Good. I want to touch you.” I licked the column of his neck as I dragged his shirt up his chest, splaying my palms on his warm skin. “I want to taste you.”

“Yes.”

I dropped my hands to his belt. “And I want to fuck you.”

“Yes, yes. Please. Do it. Fuck me.” Raine peeled his clothing off like a snake shedding skin. He kicked aside his shoes, socks, and shirt, then wiggled out of his jeans.

I moved more slowly. I unbuttoned my shirt, unbuckled my belt, and watched the show in amusement. It had been ages since I’d met anyone so guileless and so…eager. He was like a cartoon character whirling around and finally coming to an abrupt halt in front of me in nothing but a pair of standard-issue white briefs.

I held his gaze as I toed off my Italian loafers, shrugged my shirt from my shoulders, and unzipped my jeans. If I appeared cool and collected, I was a better actor than anyone thought. In reality, I was drunk with desire. The proud tilt of his chin, the jut of his slim hips, the blatant heat in his eyes…I was on fire for him—molten hot and dangerous with it.

“Go to the bed, pull the duvet aside, and get on your hands and knees facing the headboard,” I said, inclining my head meaningfully. “I want to see you.”

“Uh…right.” He hurried to obey, tossing pillows and knocking a water bottle off the nightstand in his wake.

I grabbed supplies from the bathroom and returned a moment later. He was leaning on his elbows now, arse in the air, swaying in invitation.

“Pull your pants down,” I ordered.

“You mean my underwear?”

“Yes. Show me your hole.”

Raine kneeled and hooked his thumbs under the elastic of his briefs, slowly tugging the fabric over his perfectly round arse. Then he leaned forward with his knees splayed, a hand on each cheek, presenting himself like a fucking gift.

I licked my lips and climbed behind him, still half-dressed, my jeans open and low on my hips. I tossed the lube and condom onto the mattress and stared, my mind spinning. I wanted everything at once…my hands on him, my tongue inside him. My cock throbbed in my briefs, desperate to join the party.

I curled my fingers around my length through the fabric and traced his crease with a featherlight touch, resting my thumb over his entrance.

“You’re making me nervous,” he said. “Say something.”

“You’re gorgeous. I’m going to taste you now. Is that okay?”

“Mmm, yeah.”

I bent to lick him, loving his grunt of approval. But of course, one taste wasn’t enough. I pushed his hands aside and spread him open, flicking the puckered skin with the tip of my tongue. I reached between his thighs to stroke him while I feasted, licking, nipping, and dragging my nails along his sides.

Raine arched and swayed in a wordless quest for more.