Romance Rules for Werewolves (Charming Cove, #3)(61)

I just blinked at him, shocked.

“How can you possibly be surprised?” he asked, his voice softer.

“I—“ I just was. But I didn’t care about that right now.

What I cared about was the way he looked at me, his gaze fathomless. Suddenly, we were the only two people in the world. We’d been dancing around this for what felt like forever. Would it be so bad to just go for it?

“Isobel.” His tone was heavy with desire. Tortured, almost. “You can’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” I stepped forward, so close to him that I had to crane my neck to meet his gaze.

“Like you want me.”

“I do want you.” The words were out before I could stop them. Any thought of maintaining my distance was away with the wind. “Don’t you want me?”

He groaned, low and soft, then reached up and cupped my cheek. “More than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything in my life.”

“Then kiss me.” I didn’t care about the future or consequences or the heartbreak that was inevitably down the line. All I cared about was him. This moment. This opportunity to have something that I’d never had before.

And he seemed to care about the same, because he leaned down and kissed me with a passion that made my head spin. He cupped my head in his large hands, holding me still for the delicious onslaught.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back like it was the last time I’d ever kiss him.

It might be, because this was probably a mistake.

But I wouldn’t think of that because I couldn’t stop myself.

Instead, I pulled him toward the bed, dragging him down on top of me. His weight was divine. I parted my thighs, and his hips settled into place, the hard length of him making my breath catch.

I moved against him, desperate for more of the delicious friction. A low groan tore from his throat. Sparks of pleasure exploded behind my closed eyelids.

I fumbled between us, trying to pull his shirt up. He reared back and yanked it over his head, revealing the broad expanse of muscle that I’d been admiring for the last fortnight.

“You are so hot,” I said.

He laughed, a low, sexy sound, and said, “Coming from you, that’s a compliment.”

“Coming from me?” I quirked a brow.

“The sexiest, smartest woman I’ve ever known.”

A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth, and I reached down to pull my shirt over my head. Any shyness was banished by the desire in his eyes.

He wanted me.

Badly.

I loved it.

Quickly, I tugged my bra off. His gaze followed my every move, and a low groan escaped him. He bent low to press kisses against my neck, trailing his mouth down to my breasts. I arched up against him, wanting more. The heat of his tongue dragged against my nipple as his strong hands gripped my waist.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, pressing kisses against my stomach.

Happiness bubbled within me, followed by a streak of pleasure when he ran his tongue along the expanse of skin right above the waistband of my jeans.

He looked up at me, his fingertips at the buttons. “May I?”

My breath grew short as I nodded.

He had me naked in what felt like seconds. When he pressed his mouth to my center, hot and wet, I gasped. Pleasure exploded through me, and he was relentless, as if he couldn’t get enough of it. As if he couldn’t get enough of me.

I reveled in the feel of his strong hands gripping my hips as his tongue made me see starlight.

When I could take no more, I tugged on his shoulders, trying to drag him up along my body. He did as I requested, propping himself up on his arms over me. I reached between us, gripping his hardness through his jeans.

He groaned, pleasure rich in the sound, and I met his gaze. My voice trembled when I spoke, but I meant every word. “I don’t want anything between us. No clothes. Nothing but your skin against mine.”

Desire darkened his gaze, and his voice was rough when he asked, “Are you sure?”

I nodded. “I’m on birth control, and Tommy and I…well, it’s been a long time, actually. A very long time. So I think I’m good there.”

“Me, too.”

“Good.” I kissed him, my heart hammering with anticipation, my skin hot with desire. “Now hurry.”

He did as I commanded, and I watched, breath held, as he stripped out of the rest of his clothes. Fully nude, he was glorious. Every inch of him was perfect, and when he settled himself on top of me, I moaned, unable to bite back the sound of pleasure.

His body fit perfectly to mine, and when he filled me, it was the most glorious thing I’d ever felt. He moved, all heat and hardness and strength, and the pleasure nearly blinded me. I’d had so many orgasms already, and yet it seemed there was one more waiting to follow. It built and built, a delicious pressure that bound us together.

Rafe pressed his lips to my neck, his breathing quick and harsh as he drove me wild with the perfection of his body. Magic seemed to spark in the air as the waves of pleasure crashed over us, and I thought that I could follow him to the ends of the earth.`





Chapter

Twenty-Five





Isobel



I awoke alone in the bed the next morning. For the briefest moment, I thought it had been a dream. It had certainly been that incredible. Out of this world, even. Nothing in my past life had prepared me for what Rafe could do.