𝐍𝐨 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 ♛ ͏r͏a͏f͏e ͏c͏a͏m͏e͏r͏o͏n

45 **

I've devised a system for those scenes.
* = light smut
** = heavy smut
***= complete and utterly smutty - all the way
no * = no smut
Now I am rethinking my life choices as I had to devise a system for this. And also realizing you are are gonna find out what I class into those three categories. Great. Let's Go!
- Laya

Mae's pov

I woke to the beeping of Rafe's alarm clock as a sleepy frown formed on my lips.
I heard a low groan from Rafe before a hand reached out from the under the covers to halt the irritating beeping. The frowned was wiped from my face as silent enclosed on us again. I felt as if I was in a sauna, so warm, so hot. My eyelids anchored down as I refused to believe it was time to get up.

If you hadn't guessed already; I'm not a morning person.

However the anchor reigned itself back in much to my protest as I came to consciousness state. The dreams which were crystal clear seconds ago being wiped from my hard-drive.

I willed myself to fall back to sleep but my brain and Rafe had other plans.

I groaned hastily as Rafe's lips trailed over my face, it felt as if tiny creatures were crawling over my face. Nice little creatures though.

"What's the time?" I asked trying to keep my eyes fused shut because maybe if I couldn't see the morning it couldn't see me?

"Seven" Rafe mumbled shifting his weight closer to mine. It only took me a short moment for my brain to connect the dots of just how early it was.

"Seven!" I snapped my eyes flying open in pure shock.

"Why are we up so early?" I asked confused and slightly bitter as I sadly accepted defeat to the waking and the morning.

"So I can smush kisses all over your pretty face" he sweetly whispered as I drained in the image of him. Brunette hair all disheveled craving for my fingers to snake through the strands and explore. Lying on his side, body sloping down to me, teasing my frustrated conscience as his fingertips trailed up and down the mattress in the space between us. Every part of him was like a tourist attraction, because I could spend my whole day looking at it.

"An hour just to kiss my face?" I questioned reaching my hand out to play with his trailing hand. My finger tips tracing the veins underneath his skin.

"Maybe not just your face"

I finally let my fiery eyes meet his calming eyes, the contrast between them was vast as the ocean much like the colour. Angels roamed in his eyes begging me to pray and my god....was I ready to fall to my knees. My breath hitched in my throat when the reality of his words sunk in.

I watched as his teasing hand swept past mine, racing to my waist as if it was the finish line. However, the cheeky smile which crossed his face told me the finish line was nowhere in sight.

I giggled lowly as he pulled me impatiently closer to him. I stayed on my back not even having a second to catch my breath before Rafe's lips smashed onto mine. I lost the ability to think as his lips moulded with mine, all hot and flustered. Our teeth grazed together when our lips pressed impossibly harder together. His hand swept underneath my top taunting dangerously close to the my underwire as I struggled to inhale any oxygen. I groaned as I decided two could play this game, the fire in my eyes moving to pool in my abdomen.

His nails dug into my waist in surprise as I stalled the kiss by taking his bottom lip between my teeth. I pulled it out softly forcing my eyes open to see the flash of shock on his face before letting it go, snapping it back into place.
I could only imagine the curse words running through his head, if I was to guess they would probably be.
Holy Fucking Shit.