Page 33 of Ignition Rites

I should think longer than I do.

“Yes.”

“Where?”

I tighten my thighs around his hips. “Inside me.”

Something changes in his face, close enough to possession that my pulse jumps.

“You sure?”

“Rafe.”

“Say it.”

“Come inside me.”

His hands tighten on my hips.

“Fuck.”

I start moving again, and he meets me harder now, less controlled, every thrust driving up into me while I ride him through it.

“Come on,” I whisper. “Rebel.”

That gets him.

His hips stutter.

“Lo—”

I clench around him, and he swears as he comes hard inside me.

The pulse of him pushes me over the edge right after, smaller than the first orgasm but deeper, pulling tight through my whole body while I keep moving through both of us until neither of us can do much except breathe.

Eventually I fold down against his chest, and his arms come around me.

For a few seconds we just lie there.

Then I start laughing.

Rafe turns his head. “What?”

“Enjoy the ride?”

He snorts. “You’re something else.”

“That wasn’t the question.”

“Yeah.” He pulls me closer. “I enjoyed the ride.”

“Did you fight it?”

“Not even a little.”

Later, tangled in sheets that smell like him, his fingers trace an idle line down my spine like he’s in no hurry to stop touching me now that he’s started.

I break the silence first.