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He steps forward, brushing his fingers along my cheek, and I feel that familiar shiver run down my spine. “You okay?”
I nod, biting my lip as I smile up at him. “Yeah… more than okay.”
Rayne’s lips curl into that crooked smile of his, and he leans in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to my lips. “Good,” he mutters against my mouth, his hand sliding down to my waist, fingers grazing the edge of my bare skin.
I let out a soft sigh, feeling like I could stay wrapped up in him forever, but then reality starts to creep back in. We’re still in the bakery, standing in the middle of my kitchen, with flour dusting the counters and the smell of fresh bread filling the air.
As much as I’d love to stay like this, I’m starting to feel sticky, and… well, we need to clean up.
“Wanna get cleaned up?” I ask, my voice soft.
Rayne pulls back, his dark eyes scanning my face. “Yeah… but I’m not done with you yet.”
The heat in his voice makes my pulse quicken again, and I grin, grabbing his hand. “Come on. I’ve got an apartment upstairs. Shower first, then we’ll see what happens next.”
He lets me lead him through the bakery, up the narrow stairs to my apartment. It’s cozy—just a few rooms, but it’s home. The fireplace is crackling, the flames casting a warm glow over the room, and it smells like cinnamon and pine, a combination of the bakery downstairs and the scented candles I keep around.
Rayne looks around, taking in the space, but I don’t give him long to dwell. I tug him toward the bathroom, flicking on the light as we step inside. The shower is small, but it’ll do, and as I turn on the water, letting the steam fill the room, I feel his hands on me again.
“You look good in here,” he mutters, his voice low and rough.
I glance over my shoulder, giving him a teasing grin. “What, you like me covered in soap?”
Rayne steps closer, his hands sliding down my sides, making me shiver. “I like you covered in anything, as long as you’re mine.”
His words send a rush of heat through me, and I turn to face him, my fingers tugging at his shirt. “Off.”
He obliges, pulling his shirt over his head, and fuck, the sight of him standing there, all hard muscles and rough edges, takes my breath away. His chest is broad, his skin tanned and smooth, with a few old scars that I want to trace with my fingers, my lips. And those tattoos on his arms… yeah, I’ve had a few fantasies about those.
My eyes trail lower, and I catch a glimpse of his cock, alreadyhard and thick, and fuck, the sight alone makes me wetter. “Get in here,” I whisper, pulling him toward the shower.
The warm water cascades over us, and I’m immediately pressed up against the cool tile, Rayne’s body trapping mine, his mouth finding my neck. His hands are everywhere, sliding down my back, over my ass, teasing between my legs, and I moan as his fingers dip lower, finding my clit.
“Rayne…” I breathe, my head falling back against the wall.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls, his breath hot against my skin.
His fingers rub slow, teasing circles over my clit, and I arch into him, my body already spiraling toward that familiar edge. But I don’t want to come just yet. I want to savor this—savor him.
I reach for him, wrapping my hand around his cock, stroking him slow, feeling the way he twitches in my grip. His jaw tightens, and he lets out a low groan, pressing his forehead against mine.
“Fuck, Billie… you’re killing me.”
I smirk, sliding my hand lower, my fingers teasing his balls. “Good.”
But before things get too heated, Rayne grabs my wrist, pinning it above my head, his dark eyes burning into mine. “Not yet.”
He pulls back, letting the water wash over us for a moment, and I feel a strange mix of frustration and excitement. I want him sobad, but he’s holding back, drawing this out, and it’s driving me crazy in the best way.
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Rayne
I can feel her pulse racing under my fingertips, and it’s taking every ounce of control I’ve got not to just pin her to the wall and fuck her right here. But I want to take my time. I want to savor her.
The water’s pouring down over us, turning her skin slick and warm, and I trail my hands down her body, watching the way she arches into my touch, the way her eyes flutter closed when I hit just the right spot.
I pull her against me, her body flush with mine, and I lean down, pressing a kiss to her lips. It’s slow, teasing, and I can feel the way she’s trembling, her hands gripping my shoulders as I slide my fingers between her legs again.
