Bad Influence (Rafe Cameron)

Chapter 20

I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing on my bedside table. I groggily wipe my eyes and reach over to grab my phone. Rafe's contact name lights up my screen and I quickly answer.

"Hello?" I ask tiredly, blinking the last bit of fog from my eyes.

"Hey, did you just wake up?" He asks. I can practically hear his smirk on the other end of the phone.

"Uh, yeah?" I say slowly, making it more of a question than an answer. I check the time and realize how late I slept in. It's almost eleven already.

"I'm pulling into your driveway literally right this second," he tells me. I hear the sound of a car door shutting not just through the phone but outside my window, too.

I hang up and quickly get out of bed and scramble to the window before ripping open the curtains, almost tearing them down in the process.

Sure enough, Rafe's car is parked right outside the door and I hear the front door open and close. Footsteps sound quietly on the stairs as he makes his way to my door. He opens it silently and slips in.

"Topper isn't here, is he?" He asks as he shuts my door behind him.

"Nooo," I draw out slowly, narrowing my eyes at his question.

"Good," he says, before walking towards me and wrapping his arms around my waist and squeezing me close to him.

"Why didn't you warn me you were coming?" I ask him, pulling away slightly to look at his face.

He smiles down at me. "Because I wanted it to be a surprise."

"I didn't even get time to change or brush my hair!" I laugh, pointing at the frizzy, unkept state of my head.

He takes a step back and his gaze moves down my body hungrily, starting at my crazy hair and going all the way down my body, his eyes lingering specifically on where my breasts spill out of the top of my too small tank top and my extra short shorts that could be considered more like underwear than pants.

"I made the right choice coming before you were ready," he finally says after a long silence, his gaze slowly making it's way back to my face.

I swallow thickly, ignoring the pulsing heat between my legs. "I can guarantee you, you did not," I reassure him with a weak smile, still trying hard to hide the affect him checking me out did to me.

"Hm," is all he mutters before he's closing the space between us again and pressing his lips against mine.

I instantly lose all self control, still very much turned on from a minute ago and flick my tongue against his lips to get him to open his mouth. He does, without hesitation, and I dive my tongue inside his mouth so that it slides against his, smoothly.

I revel in the taste of him on my tongue and I moan as he grips my hair and tilts my head back to deepen the kiss even further.

His mouth leaves mine and not even a second later, he's leaving hot, open mouthed kisses along the base of my neck. I grip his shoulders for support as his mouth finds the most pleasurable spot on my neck.

I feel his lips tighten into a smirk against my skin when he feels the reaction him kissing me there does and he begins sucking the spot softly and the moan that leaves my mouth next has me glad Topper is not home right now.

The sound of my moan causes him to begin sucking harder and I place the hand that isn't on his shoulder in his hair to stabilize myself.

He picks me up and throws me on the bed before crawling on top of me, placing both knees on either side of my hips, locking me in place.