Give Me A Little More Time

Rafe kisses me again, even deeper than before, and I give in instantly. I’m jelly in his arms, clinging to his shirt as he devours me.

I want this. I want him.

A twinge of fear pricks at me, and I try to pull away, but a low growl rumbles in his chest, and he tightens his hold around my waist. He really isn’t going to let me go. I don’t want him to. Fear be damned, I need to feel him against me.

His fingers tangle in the curls at the nape of my neck, and he moves my head to the side, exposing my neck.

“Moon above, you’re so beautiful, Makayla.” I love the way he says my name. Like it’s a prayer to the Moon Goddess herself.

Trailing kisses along my jaw and neck, Rafe nips and teases me until I forget everything. All that’s left are the sound of his panting in my ears and the feel of his tongue on my skin. Nothing feels as incredible as this. Nothing.

When his teeth graze the crook of my neck, the sensitive place his mark belongs, I nearly lose myself.

“Shit, I almost did it again,” he