Another sound pierces the fog of lust, but I struggle to care. I think I would ignore it altogether and let Rafe fuck me right here in the backseat, before we even get off his road, but Rafe breaks the kiss and glances up front.
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
What’s fine? My chest heaves as I struggle to catch my breath. Rafe does not look nearly as out of sorts as I feel. There’s warmth in his eyes, but otherwise you can’t tell he just kissed me out of my senses.
I feel stripped bare and vulnerable before him already. He has to excrete some sort of magical pheromone, I swear to God. Now that I’m not being actively kissed, my brain begins to work again. I remain here in his lap, but now I snuggle up against him, leaning my head on his shoulder and burrowing into the sanctuary of his broad, muscular chest. It’s absurd to feel so safe with someone so dangerous, but I can’t help it. Whatever he is, whatever he does, Rafe has never been anything but good to me.
His hand lazily rubs my back. “Which hotel are you staying at, kitten?”
Pleasure blossoms low in my tummy, hearing him call me by that name again. “I haven’t booked one yet. Like I said, I came straight to your house from the airport.”
“No luggage. Just staying overnight?”
I nod my head against his shoulder. “Yeah. It was sort of an impulsive decision. I have a toothbrush and change of panties in my purse. I am otherwise unprepared.”
Chuckling, he kisses the top of my head and says, “We’ll pick up whatever you need while we’re out.”
“Thank you.”
“Mm hmm. Thank you for coming to visit me.” His hand leaves my waist and slides between my legs. My breath hitches as he rubs me through the fabric of my jeans. “I’ll make it worth the trip.”
I need the friction. I should be embarrassed since we aren’t alone in this car—I’ve certainly never done anything in front of anyone before—but as he slips the button through the hole and drags down my zipper, I can’t find it in me to stop him. I probably should, but as his big, strong hand slides inside and he cups my pussy, I can’t for the life of me remember why.
Instead of behaving like a decent human being, I keep my face braced against his shoulder and rock my hips forward, pushing myself into his hand. The hand that was cupping my neck gathers my hair and pulls it away from my neck. My skin prickles with awareness, and a moment later he’s moving his lips along that column of sensitive skin. Unexpectedly, he clutches a fistful of hair and yanks my head off his shoulder, pulling me in for a much more brutal kiss. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I meet it with equal measures of dread and expectation, knowing he’s going to rob me of what little control I have, but craving it, too.
“You two wanna simmer down back there?”
As casually as if we were only holding hands, Rafe tosses back, “What’s wrong, Sin, has it been a while?”
Whatever Sin’s response is, it’s nonverbal. Rafe grins, but nevertheless releases his grip on my hair and pulls me back into the shelter of his chest. His hand is still in my pants, and he gives my pussy a little caress, promising without words to come back to it later.
“After dinner we’ll get rid of the prude up front so we can have some fun, how’s that sound?” Rafe asks.
“Sounds perfect,” I murmur, before brushing my lips against his neck.
6
Rafe
Sin parks the car in a spot by the door and I pluck a couple of twenties out of my wallet.
“Thank you,” Laurel says, flashing me a smile. “Do you need anything while I’m in there?”
“Nope, I’m good,” I assure her.
Instead of climbing out her own side, she exits through my door so she has to climb over my lap to get out. I shift, narrowing my eyes at the little brat as she purposely drags her ass across my crotch. She flashes me a little smirk that tells me how proud she is of herself, so I swat her on the ass.
Her cheeks pinken and she bites back an even bigger smile, ducking her head back inside the car like she forgot something. Her eyes aren’t on me though; she’s looking up at the driver’s seat. “What about you, Sin? Need me to grab you anything?”
Sin ignores her completely.
After a few seconds, Laurel shrugs and gives up, heading for the sidewalk. I pull the door shut and watch out the windshield. Her long chocolate waves bounce behind her as she heads inside the pharmacy to grab whatever odds and ends she needs, since she didn’t take time to pack.
“Is there a reason you’re being such a huge dick tonight?” I ask Sin, now that Laurel isn’t in the car.
Absently running a thumb over his busted knuckles, he murmurs, “Oh, come on, don’t tell me your little girlfriend doesn’t like huge dicks.”
“She’s being nothing but nice to you and you’re treating her like the plague,” I state.