Off the Record (With Me in Seattle Mafia 3)

Because being with him feels right. I belong here in his arms. In his bed.

I gasp when he blows gently on my core, and when he dips his head to brush his tongue over my hard clit, I have to grab onto the sheets to anchor myself.

“Hold onto me,” he instructs. I follow his orders and plunge my fingers into his hair. When his mouth returns to me, my hands clench, hard.

My God.

My toes curl. My stomach and butt clench, making me rise off the mattress, and Rafe uses the opportunity to slip his hands under me. He cups my ass and holds me so he can feast at his leisure.

He changes rhythms, moving from quick, pulsing motions to long, leisurely licks. My body is on a roller coaster of sensation, and it just might kill me.

But what a way to go.

When he slips two fingers inside me, I come apart at the seams. I can’t see or hear. I can’t do anything except ride wave after wave of sensation.

And when my brain starts to clear, I feel Rafe move, shift his body to between my legs, and settle in over me, his elbows planted on either side of my head.

“Amazing,” he whispers.

“Yeah, it was.”

My eyes flutter open to find him smiling softly down at me. With those blue eyes tied to mine, he slips gently inside of me and stops to let me adjust—the way he always did before.

Rafe is blessed in the penis department. But it doesn’t take long for my body to loosen. When it does, he moves in long, fluid thrusts. His pubis rubs against my clit with each stroke, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that I’m about to fall over the cliff into bliss again at any moment.

“Rafe.”

“Yes, baby?” He kisses the side of my mouth, then takes one hand and pins it above my head. “I’m right here.”

“Oh, God.”

With three more thrusts, I succumb to the orgasm, shivering and clenching around him. With a muttered curse, Rafe follows me over.

We’re panting and clinging to each other. It’s been so long, and yet it feels like no time has passed at all.

“That was a good start.”

His head comes up, and he stares down at me before letting out a loud laugh.

“A good start?”

“Hmm.” I stretch lazily when he rolls away. I’m about to get off the bed to go clean up when Rafe walks into the bathroom. I hear the water running. When he returns, he wipes me with a warm washcloth. “Oh, that’s nice.”

He grins, tosses the rag into the laundry basket, and then curls up next to me.

“Rafe?”

“Yes, babe.” He kisses my temple.

“I want something sweet.”

He boosts up on his elbow and brushes a strand of hair off my cheek. “What kind of something sweet?”

“Cheesecake.”

He cocks a brow. “We don’t have any cheesecake.”

“I think I saw a diner down the street. They probably have cheesecake.”

“So, we’re going out then?”

“Yes.” I jump up from the bed, feeling newly energized. Some muscles will be sore in the morning, but deliciously so. “I’m just going to slip into some clothes.”

“The more you put on, the more I have to take off later.”

“You’re a big, strong man. You can handle it.”

* * *

“How many blue shirts does one person need?” Rafe demands as he holds out a navy-blue blouse for me to put on a hanger and add to the closet.

Since I’m officially staying in the master bedroom, Rafe offered the gorgeous closet to me since what he has doesn’t fill even a fraction of it.

I didn’t say no.

“There are many different shades of blue,” I inform him and take the blouse from him. “This is navy, but that next one is cerulean.”

“Cer-what?”

“Cerulean. And then you have your baby blue, cobalt, indigo, teal—”

“Okay, okay.” He laughs and passes me another top. “I get it. You need a lot of blue. And every other color, it seems.”

“I like clothes.” I shrug and open another new container of hangers. “Just wait until we find the box full of pretty party dresses. Those are my favorite. I don’t go to many parties or formal events, but a girl needs to have plenty of options on hand, just in case.”

“I can’t wait.”

I glance at him and grin. “You know, you don’t have to help me in here. I can manage all of this. I’m sure you have stuff to do.”

“I don’t mind.” His phone rings, just as mine does at the same time. “Shane.”

“Ivie.”

“Put us on speaker,” Ivie says as soon as I answer. Rafe already has Shane on speaker when I get Ivie set up, and then they both announce, “We’re getting married!”

“Uh, we know. Shane proposed weeks ago,” I reply.

“No, we’re getting married now,” Ivie says. “Well, soon anyway. We’re on our way to Seattle right now.”