"Rafe," His name, leaving my lips sounded more like a moan than anything. Next thing I knew, I was flat on my back with him hovering over me, his hands pressed into the mattress next to my head, his nose still buried in my neck, his hips pressing down on me, making my own hip lift, rubbing against his, pulling a long, low groan from him.
He was only wearing boxers, and somehow I had been changed and was in only one of his shirts. With the movement, it had ridden up so my bare core was pressed agasint him. He must have changed me when he came in last night cause this is not what I fell asleep in.
"Im trying to behave, Poppy, but you are driving us nuts. We want you so badly." Lifting his head, resting his forehead to mine, my arms sliding up and around his neck.
Did I want him? Yes, I
