“You.” Standing up, I step up to him, so close our chests touch, and inhale his musky male scent. “Been thinking about you.”
“What about me?” he murmurs, his voice dropping, his eyes going dark and deep. His hands move up, to my waist, warm and strong.
“How glad I am you’re here. That you feel better.” I swallow hard. “That you didn’t give up. That you came back to me.”
He breathes out quietly. “I’ll always come back to you.” He’s hardening against me, and he shifts, spreading his legs, pressing more snugly between mine. “So, about babies,” he drawls, and grinds his hard-on against me.
“What are you doing?” I laugh, then gasp when he bends his head and kisses me, an open-mouthed kiss, with teeth and tongue and all. When he finally pulls back, I’m panting with need, my breasts achy and throbbing, my insides on fire.
“As I said, about babies.” He licks his lips, and he might as well be speaking Chinese. My brain is a blank, my gaze caught on his mouth, his dimples, the gold of his eyes.
“What about them?” Finally his words register and I blink. “Okay, wait a sec. How much did you hear from my discussion with Dakota?”
“Heard enough. We’re going to talk about babies. Making babies. Raising babies.”
“We are?” Warmth fills my chest, and my eyes sting even as I want to laugh.
“Yeah. And then we’re gonna meet Ash and Audrey’s baby.”
I start to draw back. “Rafe…”
“Listen.” He keeps me there, pressed to him. His gaze is dead serious. “You’re the reason I’m still here. You held me when I was falling apart, gave me strength to fight. I never told you, but that night at the fight club…” He clenches his jaw. “I came close to giving up, let my opponent finish me. Couldn’t think of a single reason not to let him kill me.”
“No.” I jerk in his hold, try to break away, but he doesn’t let me. He crushes me to his chest, wraps his arms around me.
“But I didn’t,” he says. “Because I remembered one very good reason to keep on living. One person I really wanted to live for. And that’s you. You, Meg. And I thought I was crazy, because I have great friends I should be living for, and the shop, and the future. But sharing that future with you…” He kisses the top of my head. “That’s what made me get up and fight back. I fought for you.”
I cling to him, my eyes streaming. “Love you so much.”
“Love you, too, sugar. Which is why I wanna help you deal with your demons, too.” He grips my shoulders and tugs until I move back and look up at him. His eyes sparkle, and his grin turns wolfish. “And apart from that, I can’t wait to practice baby making with you. Personally, I think
we need a lot of practice.”
***
Raf the kitten tries to get us to pet him as we stumble out of the kitchen, and stalks away when we pay him no attention. I bet he’ll pee on the bed in revenge, but I don’t care right now.
Rafe tugs me toward the bedroom, but before we reach it, he pushes me against the wall and kisses me until I see stars. We never make it to the bedroom. Instead, he tumbles me onto the couch and leans over me, his arousal pressing into my hip.
“You smell so good,” he breathes, nuzzling my neck, one hand trailing over my breasts, leaving trails of fire. “God, been dreaming about touching you again.”
He tears my blouse off, and before I know it he has my bra off and the tip of one breast in his hot mouth. I call out his name, and he pulls back, working on taking off my pajama bottoms and panties, leaving me bare on his sofa. His hands are all over me, cupping my breasts, wrapping around my ribcage, his mouth following close.
Frantic. Desperate.
No. I push on his shoulders until he looks up, a question in his amber eyes.
“Wait,” I whisper. I grab the hem of his tank top and pull until he sits back, panting, and lets me get it off him. My mind shuts down for a moment at his beauty.
“What’s wrong?” He reaches again for me, and I shake my head.
“Please, let me.” I’m excited like a kid with a Christmas present. “I want to play with you.”
His gaze collides with mine, and he groans when I sit up and grab the front of his pants. He leans back against the cushions, his chest rising and falling fast. I carefully pull the pants down, dragging his briefs along.
“Oh damn,” he mutters when his cock rises, slapping lightly against his stomach, leaving trails of moisture. “Shit.”
“Wow, you…” I bite my lip. “I want…”