*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...