*Ainslee*
Need pools between my legs as Rafe hauls me against him, one hand so low on my ass it’s almost touching where I need it most, the other pressing inescapably at the nape of my neck. He won’t let me go this time, not that I want him to.
“Rafe,” I whisper against his lips. “Rafe…”
“Fuck.” Rafe moves so fast my back is against a large oak before I even knew we were moving. He’s hiking up my skirts, and I hear his zipper.
“Rafe…” I know the size of him and worry it will hurt. But I want him so badly right now I don’t even know if I’ll care.
Rafe bunches my skirts around my waist and tears my panties to shreds. His shaft skims along my folds, and we both groan. “I’ll be gentle next time, Ainslee,” Rafe promises in a strained tone. “But I need to be inside you. Now.”
I hook my kne
