My obsession with Rafe Vega : Teen Fiction

Chapter 23

 ‘Where would you like me to take you?’ Rafe grinned swinging my hand in his.

Your bed?

‘How about to Bondi?’ I suggested.

‘You’re going to go topless,’ Rafe whispered in my ear.

‘No! You pervert,’ I punched him in the stomach. ‘There’s also that restaurant serving Spanish cuisine if __.’ 

Stupid me, I was being presumptuous.  What if he did not want to have  a meal?  What if he did not have money to pay for a meal?  I could pay for the meal, but his giant sized ego would not allow it.

‘I will treat you to whatever meal you want today,’ he smiled as we stood in the school car park.

His car was there so was mine.  It would be stupid to take two cars, and I did not want to. I wanted to be with Rafe, which ever car we rode in.

 ‘We will come back this afternoon to fetch your car okay?’ Rafe opened his passenger door for me.

‘Thank you,’ I smiled, and slid in.

I saw the smile freeze on Rafe’s face when he looked at me.  His shoulders went up a bit, then he gently touched my elbow to assist me in, and rushed to the driver’s side.

‘Katy?’

‘Yeah,’ I answered abstractedly as I busied myself with slipping on the safety belt.

I looked up when he had not answered to see Rafe staring at me, half leaning over his seat towards me.

Without thinking, I unhitched the safety belt and reached out for him.  I pulled him to me and raised my lips to his face. We just stared at each other, our lips less than an inch away from each other.  Our warm breaths caressing the others’ face. The next instant we simultaneously pressed our lips together.  My hands clasped around his neck.  Rafe gripped me tightly, as we kissed each other hungrily.  It was nothing like the gentle, comforting kiss of earlier.  This one was eager, aggressive, impatient. His hands cupped my face, then he was yanking at the band holding my hair together, and his fingers were gliding through my hair. We were talking Spanish again.  I should learn some of those endearments.  It may come in handy in the future. 

Oh boy, I’m making out in the car again!

 I pulled away gently.  Rafe was still panting heavily.  It felt cheap making out with Rafe in a car.  I did not want to do it. He was still leaning over me, gazing into my eyes.  I cupped his face, smiled at him, and ran my fingers through his hair. He touched his lips to mine softly, smiled back at me, then returned to his own seat.  Rafe was quiet as he drove the short distance to Bondi.  I did not try to make conversation either.  I was just amazed that I was with Rafe.  We were kind of on a date. I could not believe I was going to spend a whole day with him at the beach. 

Oh wow, I was not going to waste a single second and I was going to enjoy every last one of them.  As if he picked up on my enthusiasm, Rafe reached out and linked his fingers through mine.  He lifted them to his lips, and kissed my wrist.  His tongue snaked out and ran over my knuckles.  I closed my eyes and groaned softly.  It was torture.  I wanted to wrap my arms around his body and kiss him back. Just when I thought I could not endure another second  of it, he released my hand, and returned his hand to the wheel to give his full attention to parking the vehicle. 

Wow, we’re here already!  Time flies when you’re having fun.

I didn’t want time to fly, I wanted it to stand still.  I wanted to savour every second with him.

‘So we don’t have a change of clothing,’ Rafe grinned mischievously.

‘Don’t for a moment think I’m going to remove my top,’ I blushed.