The Sinner

08

"Kiss me."

Rafe's tongue hungrily slides over his lips as he looks down at my own.

"You sure?" I immediately nod. He doesn't waste another second before connecting our lips passionately.

His mouth has seemed to stop all thoughts of anxiety. It was like it was just the two of us, on this entire planet. No one could interrupt us - we were in our own little world.

I kiss him back right away, throwing my arms around his neck and tugging him closer to me. My fingers twirl through his soft hair, yanking on the ends forcefully.

Hearing him moan was something I didn't expect to be so attractive. But yet again, everything about Rafe was attractive.

He locks his arms around my waist and presses my chest against his. His hands knead into my body and go beneath my shirt. Every time he touched me, I felt like I was on fire. His actions leave me even more breathless then I already was.

"Jump," He mumbles as he pulls back from my lips. I do just as he asks, and he easily catches me.

He moves us backwards, causing my back to collide with the wall beside the bathroom. My legs dangle around his waist, where they hung loose but tightly around it. Just like his towel, which I'm shocked hasn't come off by now.

I really wouldn't be complaining if it did though.

All I remember, was that he was huge. Even when I was drunk I could tell. Sex with Rafe is something different.

He starts to leave open mouth kisses down my neck, his hot breath sending chills up and down my spine. My hands return to the back of his hair, gripping it hard as he sucks in the same area.

It was satisfying that Rafe knew what he was doing. He knew exactly where to kiss me, where to hold me, and what to say, to make me feel special. But the upsetting part is, how many other girls has he said this to.

"Rafe," I groan out as he continues to lightly suck on my neck. "There's going to be a mark."

"So?"

"So, someone's gonna see and question it." 

He must've realized I was right because he meets my lips again, I feel his teeth come down hard on my bottom lip. He roughly pulls it back, causing a whimper to leave my mouth.

My emotions are so fucked right now.

"I want you," I tell him, it almost comes out as a whine. See what I mean? I immediately feel embarrassed at how desperate I sounded, but those words came out like word vomit.

"I want you too angel," He says while staring into my eyes.

"So why are we still talking then?" I ask.

"We don't have time," He whispers. I could hear Kelce shouting if Topper was done yet from the opposite side of the house.

"Are you sure?" I ask, apparently letting all of my common sense go. Is that really the effect he has on me.

"Why don't you just stay over tonight?" I shrug, there was definitely a pout on my face right now. I hadn't realized how much of these old feelings were going to stir up - even sober.

I do my best to contain myself as I attempt to hop down. Although he had other plans, he tightens his grip and pushes me harder against the wall. He leans in closer to my ear.

"Where you going?" I tilt my head.

"You said-"

"That doesn't mean we're done here just yet," He whispers. He meets my lips again, a small gasp leaves my own - and eventually our lips move back into sink again.