I inhale a long, shaky breath and keep reading, my heart picking up with each text.
Tomorrow at 4.
My house.
You on your knees.
I put my hand on my head and ignore the image his words brings to mind. I look at my phone again and there’s a new message.
Next time you ignore my request, you’ll be on your knees for a week.
As angry as his texts make me, after Ashton leaves, I fall asleep thinking of the pictures of Raf with Heidi and how wrong it felt to see him with someone other than me.
Chapter Seven
I’m a bottle of nerves the next day. I take a shower and then a bath when I’ve sweated through two shirts. I put on makeup, which I don’t usually bother with on a Sunday, but I need something to pass the time. Mom has backed off of lecturing me about how much makeup I wear to school, and in turn, I’ve toned it down a bit. I let my hair fall in loose waves instead of straightening it. When four o’clock rolls around, I’m still pacing the carpet in my bedroom. My heart is in my throat. I’ve lit candles, hoping that would calm me down, but nothing is helping. I keep finding new ways of spiraling down again.
I hear pounding on the door and I clutch my throat, shaking like a leaf. This is ridiculous. He doesn’t have an ounce of control beyond what I give him. I say it out loud in front of my mirror the second time and give my T-shirt a tug as I walk down the stairs. My mom opens the door before I can stop her.
“Oh, hello,” she says.
He smiles and it sends a jolt between my legs. I’ve never seen him so polite.
“Hello, I’m a friend of Gabi’s.”
“How nice to meet you. I’m Sarah,” she says, holding out her hand.
He shakes it and then glances past her to see me standing at the bottom of the stairs. “Hi, Gabi.”
I hold up a hand and can’t find my words.
My mom turns to me with huge eyes and if I thought she was excited about Ashton, it’s nothing compared to seeing Raf’s hotness. Her mouth drops open and she mouths, “Wow.”
“I wasn’t expecting you,” I manage to say.
“Oh? We had a plan for 4, right?” He studies his watch and grins, all charm.
Oh, he’s good. He’s really good.
“Did you forget a date, Gabi?” my mom asks.
I narrow my eyes at both of them and point upstairs. “Let me grab my books.”
Raf follows me up the stairs and my heart pounds harder with each step. When we reach my room, I close the door, my hands perched on my hips. Before I can say anything, his hands rest on the door on either side of my face.
“My mom is gonna think it’s weird that you followed me up here,” I whisper. She probably won’t mind at all, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“You have two seconds to walk across the yard to my house or we’re doing this here.” His demeanor is unruffled, completely calm and nonchalant. If his chest weren’t rising and falling more rapidly than usual, I’d think he was completely unfazed by all of this.
“I don’t understand. What are you doing?”
“Here or my place?”
I grab a book so my mom will be appeased and glare at him.
He opens the door and motions for me to step out. We walk downstairs.
“Walking to the library,” I tell her.
“Okay, sweetheart. Have fun. Nice to meet you—you know, I don’t think I heard your name.”
But he either doesn’t hear her or is in too much of a hurry because he’s already walking out the front door. “Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Sinclair.”
Neither of us bother to tell him it’s no longer Missus.
I walk outside behind him and he takes my hand. The contact burns through me, a spark making contact for the first time. It feels like we’re in a dream when we walk down each long driveway and then upstairs to his bedroom. He shuts the door behind him and leans against it, folding his arms.
The next thing I know, he has me pinned against the door, leaning down so his lips are an inch from mine.
“Are you ready?”
“For what?”
“You’ve eye-fucked me for long enough. It’s time you deliver.”
His words should repel me, but he’s right. I’ve stared at him like he’s an open candy box and I can’t wait to eat my fill.
“What are you—”
His mouth is on mine before I can finish, but I inhale him in and we devour each other. The kisses I’ve experienced before were nothing like this. Not even close. And I can’t believe it’s Raf. I’ve wondered what it would be like, but I didn’t think it would actually happen. His tongue flicks across mine and I whimper. He puts his hands on my ass and lifts me up so he doesn’t have to bend so far down to reach me. And I lose all desire to put a stop to this.
I am drunk on him.
He grinds into me and kisses me so hard, I’m sure there will be bruises tomorrow.
Every single one will be worth it.
He wraps my legs around him and carries me to the bed, sitting down so I’m straddling him. He pulls back and brushes my hair off of my face.
“What’s so bad about this?” he asks.
“Not a thing.”
His tongue lines the shell of my ear and I shiver.
“Kiss me.” He makes me lose my mind again with his tongue. His soft, full lips work their magic.
I don’t know how I’ll ever keep my hands off of him now that I know he can kiss like this.
This is his destruction.
He knows the torment he’s capable of inflicting on me now.
I shouldn’t let him know how much I like everything he’s doing, but it’s impossible to stop.
His hard length presses against me and he moves me so we’re lined up perfectly. It feels so good
