“No place I’d rather be, belleza.” His voice was thick with emotion.
His words curled around me like a blanket. They settled over my soul, beginning the work of filling all the dings and scratches I’d sustained these past few weeks.
People say that revenge is sweet. And they’re right. But lying naked beside the boy who guards your heart is even sweeter.
I pressed one more kiss onto Rafe’s pec, and then let him sleep.
Thirty-One
Rafe
Unlike the first time I’d slept in Bella’s bed, I crashed hard and slept the sleep of the shameless.
Waking up was a pleasant surprise. I’d fallen asleep with the world’s brightest, sexiest, funniest girl in my arms. And I woke up with the world’s brightest, sexiest, funniest girl lying curled up against my body. And still naked.
Pinch me.
Bella’s soft curls spilled across my chest. And don’t get me started on the soft feel of her skin on mine, or the swell of her breast against my arm.
For a while I just lay there admiring her. But it was hard to look and not touch. So I dragged a single finger down the silky skin of her arm.
“Mmh,” she said as if guarding her sleep. Then she rolled, putting her back to me.
I adjusted my position so that I was spooning her and closed my eyes. But it was no use. My body was well aware that I was in bed with my favorite naked woman. My morning wood poked her bottom. Just that small amount of contact was giving both my dick and my imagination some big ideas. Falling asleep was out of the question, so I tried to just relax and think of other things. Urban Studies, for example. Our project was due in a matter of days.
Right. As if our assignment had any hope of distracting me from the velvet texture of Bella’s skin against mine, and the soft sound of her breathing. I knew I should really just get out of bed and let her sleep. But I wasn’t about to walk out on her like I’d done the last time.
She shifted against me, making just a whisper of friction against my cock, and I had to bite my lip. Dios. Then she did it again, pushing back into my lap. I let out a slow, patient breath and reined myself in.
“Mmm,” she said again. Then she wiggled her ass, torturing me.
I couldn’t help it that time. I groaned.
Bella said nothing, and her eyes were still closed. She reached for the hand I’d draped on her hip, brought it up to her breast and left it there.
Another groan worked its way out of my throat as the soft swell filled my palm. I brought my lips to the creamy skin on the back of her neck. Bella pressed her body back, fitting it to mine, the invitation unmistakable.
I slipped my other arm under her pillow, which allowed me to cup both of her tatas at once. On a quiet whimper, she arched her back, pressing against my crotch. I kissed her nape again and again. “Belleza,” I whispered. And when I kissed the soft skin underneath her ear, she shivered in my arms. “Do you want to wake up for me, baby?”
Instead of answering, she lifted her top knee, making a space between her legs. Then she hiked her thigh in order to catch my dick. She lowered her knee again, trapping me between her legs.
When I flexed my hips to tighten our connection, I could feel the wet slide of her concha against my erection. “Oh, fuck,” I gasped. My whole body was on fire, now. With my heart beginning to pound, I thrust in the space between her legs. I had both her breasts cradled in my hands, and my mouth on her neck. Bella’s curves were everywhere, and it was exquisite.
With a sexy little moan, Bella ground against my dick. “Okay,” she breathed, dropping a hand to the sensitive head of my cock. “Who do I have to blow around here to get this thing inside me?”
The kiss I’d been pressing against her neck suddenly became a snort of laughter. “Love that idea, belleza. But I don’t have any condoms.”
She let go of my dick and pushed herself up on an elbow. “Then you’ve come to the right place. So to speak.”
While Bella opened the drawer in her bedside table and fished around, I tried to slow my breathing.
“I thought I had… here it is. Try this.” Bella settled onto her side again, then reached over her shoulder. The packet she handed me read “XL” in big letters. I slit it open and carefully fitted the condom over my cockhead. When I rolled it down, the fit was much more comfortable than the one that had broken on the night we hooked up. “Thanks, belleza,” I said softly.
She reached a hand over the top of her head and pushed her fingers into my hair. “If that fits, we’re going to buy a case of those.”
Chuckling, I put my arms around her again. “It does. And you feel so fucking good.”