Chapter 66: Interlude

I opened my eyes to the unfamiliar feeling of lips on my stomach. Rafe’s dark head was resting between my breasts, his mouth moving over my skin. I thrilled to the roughness of his day-old beard chafing against me.

Gladness rushed into fill me. I had drifted off to sleep, terrified that Rafe would regret this, that he would laugh at me. But evidence of that he wanted me again was pressing against my leg, and I smiled, lifting my hand to thread my fingers through his hair.

He turned his head to look up at me, meeting my smile with his own. “Do you know, that’s when I first realized I wanted you? When you cut my hair. Every time you touched me, I wanted to grab you. And when I opened my eyes and you were right there in front of me ...” He palmed one breast. “I wanted to do this.” He captured the tip with his lips and tongue, lazily sucking.

I arched and held his head in place. “God, that feels incredible.”