The Shameless Hour

by Sarina Bowen

  “ATTENTION PLEASE. THE LIBRARY WILL CLOSE IN TEN MINUTES.”

  The intercom’s warning was barely enough to separate us. After several more drugging kisses, we finally broke apart, both of us panting. “We should go,” Rafe said.

  “Yeah,” I agreed. But then I kissed him again, because my mouth overruled my brain.

  Rafe chuckled against my lips. “Come on,” he said, slapping my backside. “Let’s get out of here.”

  I’d never heard a better idea in my life.

  Rafe shoved his books and computer into his backpack then followed me out of the little room. He put an arm around my waist, and together we climbed the stairs and walked out into the night. “Where’s your jacket?” he asked, eyeing me. “Wait. Where are your clothes?”

  “Um,” I said as he stopped to shuck off his jacket and drape it over my shoulders. “I was in a hurry to find you.”

  “You ran over here alone, in your PJs?”

  “Rafe, it’s two blocks.”

  He put his arm around me again. “Can I remind you that it’s important to stay off a certain fraternity’s radar right now?”

  “Nope,” I argued, steering him down the street again. “Think about it. Do you really want your first move as my boyfriend to be an argument? That’s going to hold up your trip to pound town.”

  He laughed. “Hearing you, belleza. On the other hand, if we don’t keep you safe, it’s going to be that much harder to have a whole lot of sex.”

  “I’m fine, Rafe.”

  “You are very fine,” he answered, his voice rough.

  The next two minutes were a comical pantomime entitled “Two People Who Want Sex Fumble Through a Gate and Two Doors.” Thanks to electronics, the first two locks were easy. We ran up the stairs, passing Rafe’s door and finally making it to mine. The key was on a stretchy loop around my wrist, but my need for instant gratification was overpowering. I stopped on the landing and grabbed Rafe.

  With an achy groan, he pressed me against the door. “Bésame,” he demanded.

  I forgot everything except for the perfect mold of his lips and the feeling of his hard body against me. When his bossy tongue invaded my mouth, there was no more shame. There was no fraternity, no scandal and no football game. There were only his broad hands coasting possessively down my body and the rumble of longing in his throat.

  Until Lianne opened her door.

  “Guys? Oh…!” I heard her laugh, but I was too busy to worry about it. “So I guess now is a bad time?” On another snicker, the door closed again.

  Rafe had finally noticed we were still outside my room. He swept the keychain off my wrist and opened the door. He steered me inside, then kicked the door shut. I threw his jacket over the desk chair, and a second later we were on the bed. Finally! Rafe rolled on top of me immediately, his big body pressing against all my favorite places. And then it was all kissing and moaning and hands wandering everywhere. And I couldn’t get enough. Except…

  “Rafe?” I whispered.

  “Belleza?”

  “How come you were a virgin until September? Is it because of religion?”

  “No, baby.” He gave me a series of slow, drugging kisses so good I almost forgot I still had a question.

  Somehow I found the will to put a hand on his hard chest and give a little push. “I’m not trying to be nosy. I just need to know. Because if you are going to feel bad again after this…”

  He smiled down at me. “That’s not nosy. That’s just caring. See, you’re already good at this relationship thing.” He bent down, rubbing the tip of his nose under my chin until I squirmed because it tickled.

  “Are you going to answer the question?”

  “Sure.” He pushed a piece of my hair out of my face. “Two reasons. Opportunity, and respect.”

  “You never had the opportunity? A hottie like you?”

  He grinned. “Thanks, belleza. I had girlfriends in high school, and I was willing to give them the goods, but they weren’t ready. I liked these girls, and I wasn’t going to force the issue. It’s not easy being a Catholic, immigrant girl. They hear the whole ‘good girls don’t do that’ from birth. I wasn’t going to break up with them just because they wouldn’t…”

  “Put out,” I supplied.

  “Yeah.” He smiled again, and my knees melted even further. “We fooled around whenever we got the chance. Just never rounded home plate.”

  “Ah.” That explained his impressive kissing skills. Actually, it explained a lot. Rafe was passionate in a controlled way. Like a banked fire that’s always hot enough to burst into flames.

  He kissed my nose. “And then Alison was a different story. She just didn’t like sex.” As he said this, he dragged a single finger down my tank top, over the peak of one breast, and down my tummy. I shivered.

  “She didn’t like it?” I gasped. “I’ve heard that’s possible. But it’s so hard to imagine.”

  “No kidding, right?” He kissed my neck again, making me shudder with desire.

  “What were we talking about again?” I mumbled.

  “No recuerdo.” Rafe kissed a line across the upper edge of my tiny tank top. Then he cupped a hand over my breast and began to nuzzle me, his nose dipping between my breasts. He kissed his way up to the peak, and I wanted that little shirt gone. I wanted all my clothes gone. Right now.

  “Let’s take this off,” I begged, grabbing the hem of the shirt. “Hurry.”

  Chuckling, he dropped his lips to my belly button, which I’d just exposed. “Who would rush something like this?”

  Lots of people, actually. Including me. If he didn’t undress me soon, I was going to burst from impatience. His fine mouth dropped kisses just above the waistline of my pajama pants. Moist, teasing kisses. I shifted my hips around, hoping he’d move lower.

  It wasn’t every day I decided to have a relationship with someone. I felt like celebrating. Right now.

  To make that point, I hustled my tiny tank over my head, and received an appreciative growl, since there was no bra underneath. “Damn, belleza. Tu me vuelves loco.”

  I put a hand behind his neck and tugged him down, right where I wanted him. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, and the jolt it gave me traveled everywhere. And I let him know.

  “You like that?” he whispered.

  “Ahh,” I moaned as he switched, bathing my other nipple. “Anywhere you put your tongue is good with me.”

  Rafe chuckled. Then he kissed his way down to my hip bone, tugging down the waistband of my pants just an inch or two. Kissing and nibbling, he crossed my lower belly, his beautiful mouth stopping to worship me just a few inches north of the fun zone.

  He hovered there, kissing and teasing while I squirmed, wondering what would happen next. I wanted his mouth on my body. But for the first time in my life, I was nervous, afraid to ask for what I wanted. A long bout of celibacy meant I hadn’t even shaved lately. I was probably rocking a bush worthy of Chewbacca. Maybe Rafe wouldn’t find me attractive…

  I didn’t get to finish that dismal thought because my PJ pants were yanked away. I heard a grunt of satisfaction at the discovery that I wasn’t wearing underwear, either. And before I even knew what had happened, a gentle, soft kiss parted my legs. “Oh, belleza,” he sighed, dragging a thumb through my wetness. “Tan hermosa.” He tongued me then, and I almost died of happiness. “Tan sabrosa.”

  It was certainly not the first time I’d ever had an enthusiastic mouth between my legs. But those sexy words and soft kisses and ohhhh.

  I had never felt so beautiful. Rafe had seen every ugly detail of my life this year, and a few from past years, too. Yet here he was, worshipping me like none of that mattered.

  Gripping the quilt, I raised myself up on my elbows to watch. And what a view to behold. Smooth, muscular arms braced my pale skin. Rafe’s face was flushed, and there was a naughty gleam in his half-closed eyes.

  I canted my hips toward his mouth, and Rafe growled. He was nibbling and sucking ge
ntly, and I was crazy for it. “Damn,” I whispered. Every wet slide of his mouth brought me close to the edge. I’d been starving for this. For him. I wanted everything. All of it. Right now. “Rafe?” I panted.

  “Can’t hear you,” he said between licks.

  “Want you.”

  “You got me.” Strong arms braced my thighs in place, and he lowered his mouth onto my body again.

  My entire fun zone quivered with joy. “Ohh,” I gasped.

  “Mmm,” he encouraged. “Dámelo.”

  Give it to me, he’d said. So I flopped back onto the bed and let myself sink into all that sensation while Rafe worshipped me. It had been a long time since I’d truly let go with someone. But tonight it was as easy as rolling off a log. I reached down to ruffle my fingers through Rafe’s hair, and he gave a quiet moan. That was all it took. I lifted my hips off the bed and gasped as waves of sweet release began to roll through me.

  In the background I heard some very sexy Spanish curses, followed by the sound of music starting up in Lianne’s room. When I floated back down to earth, Rafe was still nuzzling my thighs, planting soft kisses everywhere he could reach.

  “Whew,” I said, flopping an arm over my head. “Why are you wearing so many clothes?”

  He looked up at me and grinned. Then he swung off the bed and lifted his T-shirt over his head.

  His rippling abs made my mouth water. “Keep going,” I demanded after he’d tossed the T-shirt aside.

  He unzipped his jeans, dropping them to the floor. Then he toed off his socks. I could see the shape of a very impressive erection practically bursting out of his black briefs. But to my dismay, he left those on.

  When he perched on the edge of the bed, I sat up to meet him. “Rafe?”

  “Mmm?” he asked, leaning in to kiss me.

  I could taste myself on him, and just the memory gave me a new jolt of longing. “When I attacked you on your sofa, I got in trouble for complimenting your dick.”

  He laughed against my lips. “Let’s forget about that day.”

  “Fine but…” I kissed him again. “Is it okay to admit that I’m really looking forward to playing with it?”

  Rafe put a big hand on the back of my neck and drew me close. “Everything is different now.” His voice rumbled into my ear. “Take what’s yours, belleza.”

  Oh, hell yes. I dropped my hand into his lap and caressed his hard cock through the cotton.

  His abs clenched, and he let out a hiss.

  I slid to my knees on the floor, palming him. Then I began kissing those gorgeous abs, moving closer and closer to the waistband of his briefs. Above me, Rafe braced himself on taut arms, his breath hitching as I moved ever closer to the target.

  “Jesucristo,” he muttered. When I ducked my head to trace the hard length of him with my lips, he moaned my name.

  Payback was sweet.

  I tugged his waistband down to reveal the object of my affection. God. He was just as gorgeous as I remembered — thick and long, with a bead of precum right on the head. I leaned down to lick it off, and he gasped when I made contact. I could barely wrap my hand around his incredibly hard dick.

  It seemed we’d both been yearning for this.

  Kissing the tip, I teased him some more. Then I bathed him with my tongue, and every muscle in Rafe’s body went rigid. Wrapping my hand around the base of him, I realized blowing this boy was not going to be easy. Welp. I’m just the woman for the job.

  Opening wide, I sucked him down.

  The moan Rafe let out could probably be heard all the way to Grand Central Station.

  I popped off him and gave his stomach a gentle shove. “Lie back. And let me have these.” I tugged on his underwear.

  “You don’t have to…”

  I looked up into his lust-filled eyes. “Do you honestly want me to stop?”

  “No.” He put a hand on my hair. “But I won’t last.”

  Leaning into his hand, I smiled up at him. “You won’t last right now. But later tonight, when we’re fucking, you’ll last even longer.”

  He blew out a hot breath. “That’s a plan I can get behind.”

  “Mmm,” I said. “I do like it from behind. But enough talking.” I gave his chest another push and he reclined onto his elbows. Three seconds later I had his briefs off and his thick cock in my mouth.

  Heaven.

  Rafe was practically levitating off the bed as I tongued him. As he cursed and writhed beneath me, I sure did appreciate his enthusiasm.

  Relaxing my throat, I took him deep. Cupping his heavy balls in one hand, I moaned around his dick.

  “Fuck, belleza,” he panted. “Tan bueno. Demasiado…”

  He torqued his hips in a sexy rhythm, and I was on fire again, too. A turned-on Rafe was just so, so sexy. He didn’t try to play it cool. He showed me exactly how much he wanted this. His breath hitched, and his thrusts became short and erratic. I knew the signs — he was close. So I gave him a good, hard suck.

  On a groan, Rafe nudged my cheek with his hand — a wordless warning. Damn, my new boyfriend was considerate. But that only made me more eager to finish him. I swirled my tongue around the head of him while he panted. Then I took him all the way to the back of my throat again and moaned.

  He came on a shout, his stomach going rigid. I swallowed again and again until finally he collapsed, legs splayed out, one arm over his eyes. “Dios,” he mumbled.

  For a moment, I rested my cheek on his thigh. Rafe’s hand smoothed my hair out of my face. “Are you okay?” I asked him.

  He grunted. “Never better. Just don’t ask me to get up.”

  I climbed up on the bed and gave his flank a little slap. “Move your hot self over a little.”

  “That I can manage.” He moved over a foot and then pulled me into his arms. “There aren’t words for how good I feel.”

  That made me surprisingly happy. “Didn’t you ever get a blowjob before?” It was none of my business, and probably hypocritical of me to ask.

  “Not a good one.”

  That made me laugh. “You’ve been hanging out with the wrong girls, Rafe.”

  “Truth.” He pulled me closer, pressing his lips to my forehead. “What is that song Lianne’s playing?”

  I listened, then snickered. “It’s Marvin Gaye’s ‘Let’s Get it On.’”

  His eyes were closing, but he chuffed out a laugh. “She cracks herself up.”

  “Yeah,” I whispered, running a thumb over his cheekbone. Over my boyfriend’s cheekbone. I was going to have to repeat that word to myself a whole bunch of times until it didn’t seem weird anymore. “Sleepy?” I asked him.

  “Mmm. I wish I wasn’t.” He opened his eyes and stretched. “Just give me a few minutes. I can rally.”

  I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, admiring Rafe’s naked form through the doorway. He did look tired. And it was almost two in the morning. When I came back to bed, I tugged on my quilt. “Hottie, lift up a second.” A minute later, we were tucked under the covers, and I reached up to click off the lamp.

  “The more comfortable you make me, the quicker I’m gonna fall asleep,” Rafe said.

  “I know.” I curled up to him. “Thing is, I just realized that we get to do it again tomorrow. And the day after that. And the one after that.”

  “I like the sound of that,” he said.

  “Me too. So rest up. You’re going to need your strength.”

  My boyfriend’s chuckle made his body undulate beneath my head. I rested my hand on his heart, and Rafe’s fingers made loving strokes down my spine. It was glorious. “I’m glad you’re here,” I whispered.

  “No place I’d rather be, belleza.” His voice was thick with emotion.

  His words curled around me like a blanket. They settled over my soul, beginning the work of filling all the dings and scratches I’d sustained these past few weeks.

  People say that revenge is sweet. And they’re right. But lying naked beside the boy who guards your
heart is even sweeter.

  I pressed one more kiss onto Rafe’s pec, and then let him sleep.

  Thirty-One

  Rafe

  Unlike the first time I’d slept in Bella’s bed, I crashed hard and slept the sleep of the shameless.

  Waking up was a pleasant surprise. I’d fallen asleep with the world’s brightest, sexiest, funniest girl in my arms. And I woke up with the world’s brightest, sexiest, funniest girl lying curled up against my body. And still naked.

  Pinch me.

  Bella’s soft curls spilled across my chest. And don’t get me started on the soft feel of her skin on mine, or the swell of her breast against my arm.

  For a while I just lay there admiring her. But it was hard to look and not touch. So I dragged a single finger down the silky skin of her arm.

  “Mmh,” she said as if guarding her sleep. Then she rolled, putting her back to me.

  I adjusted my position so that I was spooning her and closed my eyes. But it was no use. My body was well aware that I was in bed with my favorite naked woman. My morning wood poked her bottom. Just that small amount of contact was giving both my dick and my imagination some big ideas. Falling asleep was out of the question, so I tried to just relax and think of other things. Urban Studies, for example. Our project was due in a matter of days.

  Right. As if our assignment had any hope of distracting me from the velvet texture of Bella’s skin against mine, and the soft sound of her breathing. I knew I should really just get out of bed and let her sleep. But I wasn’t about to walk out on her like I’d done the last time.

  She shifted against me, making just a whisper of friction against my cock, and I had to bite my lip. Dios. Then she did it again, pushing back into my lap. I let out a slow, patient breath and reined myself in.

  “Mmm,” she said again. Then she wiggled her ass, torturing me.

  I couldn’t help it that time. I groaned.

  Bella said nothing, and her eyes were still closed. She reached for the hand I’d draped on her hip, brought it up to her breast and left it there.