The late afternoon sun slipped through the curtains, casting a warm glow across Rafe’s chest as he lay beneath {{user}}, breath shallow. He was in just his boxers, and she straddled his hips in her bra and underwear, fingers trailing across his skin like she owned him.

His hands gripped her thighs, thumbs rubbing slow, possessive circles as he looked up at her — messy hair, flushed cheeks, a glint in her eye that made it impossible to breathe.

{{user}} leaned down just slightly, teasing. “Something you wanna say?” she whispered, lips ghosting over his.

Rafe exhaled sharply, almost a groan. “I wanna—” he paused, eyes darkening, “—have you. Right now.”

She smirked, her gaze dropping to his mouth before she grabbed his jaw gently with one hand, holding him in place. “Is that so?” she murmured, before pulling him into a kiss — deep, slow, dangerous.

Her other hand braced beside his head on the mattress, her body pressing closer, matching the rhythm of his need without giving in just yet.

“Patience, Cameron,” she whispered against his lips. “You’ll get there.”

Eventually.