by Skye Jordan
He didn’t know how many women he’d slept with. Didn’t remember names or places or specific encounters. But he knew he’d never met a woman as beautiful or as brave as the one standing in front of him right now.
“Jesus Christ.” The words reached the room as barely more than a whisper. And he couldn’t utter another when she came toward him. This time, he did step back. And he put his hands up. “I… You’re… This is…just so much to take in all at once.”
She smiled and continued toward him, until her abdomen pressed against his hands, until his back hit the wall. She lifted her hands to his shoulders, slipped off his jacket, and tossed it on a side chair. “No rush. We have about eight hours until morning.”
Only eight? Only eight hours to do everything he’d always wanted to do with her? Suddenly, it wasn’t near enough. But when she reached for the buttons of his shirt, Rafe grabbed her wrists. Her eyes darted up to his.
“I’m not a suit, Mia,” he said in warning. “I wear one to and from the games, but you know me. And you know I’m nothing like the men you date in New York.”
“I thought I knew you. This last year has proven me wrong.”
That was the second time she’d stung him in the last half hour. Deserved, but… “Then why do you want me?”
“Why does it matter? Do you give all your one-night-stands the third degree over their motives?”
“It matters because you’re not all women.”
It also mattered because this wouldn’t be like any run-of-the-mill one-night-stand.
He walked her backward, holding her wrists. He pushed her to a seat on the edge of the bed, set his stance wide, straddled her knees, and pressed her hands to her thighs.
She tilted her face up to his.
“And because,” he said, looking down at her, “you’re probably used to certain behavior in the bedroom. Things that I don’t do. Or that I do differently. Things you may not like.”
“Like what?” she asked in a husky almost-whisper, her eyes sparkling with lust.
Rafe felt the snap of his restraint as a rush of adrenaline spurted through his body. “I’ll have to show you.”
He pressed one knee to the bed and pulled her arms over her head as he laid her back on the gold embroidered coverlet. Transferring both her hands into one of his, he traced his fingers slowly down the side of her face and across her lips. He pulled her mouth open and leaned down to kiss her. When he barely touched his lips to hers, she arched and pulled against his hand, mouth open and reaching for his.
Damn, that was a rush.
He rewarded her with a long, deep, slow kiss, stroking and swirling his tongue against hers until she moaned into his mouth. Until her fingers curled around his hand.
Rafe was dizzy when he pulled back and let his free hand slide over the swell of her breast, her ribs, her flat belly, her thigh.
“You’re even more gorgeous than I imagined.” He cupped the knee closest to him, and as he pulled her leg wide, he draped his over it as an anchor.
Then he moved his open hand up her inner thigh. Smooth. Warm. Supple. Her warmth and arousal floated on the air and added another burst of flame to his blood. He would taste every inch of her body over the next eight hours. But by the way she panted and squirmed, Rafe had to take care of first things first.
He slipped his fingers under the edge of her panties and moved them to the side. Her pussy was pink and glistening with wetness. Rafe groaned and stroked one finger through the soft folds.
Mia gasped. Her fingers tightened on his hand. “Rafe…” She breathed his name, filled with urgency and need, just like she did in his fantasies. “Let me undress you. Let me touch you.”
He stroked two fingers back the other direction. Mia’s body tightened, and her head fell back on a moan.
“Normally, I don’t do foreplay. But for you…”
He spread her wetness through her folds, gently searching for the bud of her clit. His finger slipped over the tiny bubble at the same instant Mia sucked a sharp breath.
He smiled, propped himself up on his elbow, and leveled his eyes with hers. A little confusion floated. Then he positioned his thumb and used her slickness to rub the slightest, gentlest circles directly on the raw tip of her clit.
“Ah…” Her mouth dropped open. Surprise flared in her eyes. But after a few more strokes, her expression relaxed into bliss. Her eyes rolled back, and her spine arched on a moan. “God…”
“For you,” he said, watching pleasure flash over her face, “foreplay will include a number of quick, intense orgasms before the real fun begins.”
She made a sound deep in her throat. Her hands clenched and released around Rafe’s where they were still trapped. And her body writhed against the bed. This was so much better than any fantasy he’d ever created in his own mind. Hearing Mia’s pleasure, smelling her skin, feeling her warmth, her body… This was absolute ecstasy.
“Rafe,” she choked out. “God.”
That was the only downside to these orgasms—they came fast and sharp. Of course, that wasn’t a downside when you needed to get a woman off so you could get rid of her, but in this case…
He lightened his touch even more and lowered his head to press his lips against hers. Her lids closed, and her lips pursed against his. But only for a moment before the pleasure became too intense. Her breaths came fast and hot. Her eyes hazed with ecstasy.
Having this kind of power over her was so good, it was a little scary. He didn’t have an addictive personality, but Mia could be his one exception.
“Rafe,” she breathed against his lips. “Please.”
Lust spurted through him in a hot gush. He growled and pulled back to focus on her face. He added a little pressure, a little speed. A pained look of extreme pleasure flooded her face. “Ah God…”
“I’m going to watch you come.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
“God, you’re beautiful.”
“Rafe,” she choked. “God…yes, ah, ye—”
Her orgasm broke the way they always did, like a firecracker. With a hard crack through the body, a scream, then gone, leaving Mia dazed, limp, and glowing.
The sweetest emotion crowded Rafe’s chest. He had an overwhelming urge to wrap her in his arms and just hold her. But she wasn’t a child. This wasn’t her first orgasm—even if it was her first with him. And tonight was just one night.
So he pressed his face to her neck and whispered, “So beautiful.”
He released her wrists and smiled against her skin when she just left her arms there, stretched above her head.
Wrapping an arm at her waist, Rafe slid her farther up on the bed, then started his exploration of her body while she recovered. He unfastened her bra and eased it off her arms. Her breasts were little more than handfuls of perky, supple flesh he’d spent more time dreaming about than he should have. And now they filled his hands, softer, bouncier than he’d imagined. Her nipples were deep pink and hardened instantly at his touch.
“I never believed I’d ever get to touch you,” he said before opening his mouth over one breast.
“Mmm.” She hummed with pleasure as all ten of her fingers combed through his hair. Her nails scraped his scalp, and tingles spread down his neck. She fisted his collar and tugged. “Let me get you naked.”
Oh no. If he were naked, he’d be inside her. And it was way too soon for that. He stroked his tongue over her nipple again and again until she arched beneath him. Then he moved his mouth to the other breast, licked, scraped, and sucked.
“Rafe,” she complained, pulling at his shirt again. “Come here.”
Obviously, she was ready for more distraction.
He moved lower, kissing her ribs, her belly, her navel. He still couldn’t believe this was Mia. That his hands and mouth were on Mia. He hooked his fingers into her panties at the hips and dragged them down her thighs, standing to pull them all the way off.
Then he stared down at Mia Leighton lying in the middle of a kin
g-size bed of gold, her hair a tousled mess, in nothing but black garter, stockings, and heels, waiting for Rafe.
“You are a serious fantasy come true.” His voice was dark and rough. He met her eyes, which were a little shy now, her knees bent and turned to the side. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you again, Mia.”
He reached for her knees, slid his hands behind them, and pulled her to the edge of the bed.
She squeaked in surprise, then laughed a little and covered his hands with hers. Rafe took a long, slow, sweeping look at the curves of her body, at the small strip of hair over her pussy, and met her eyes again.
“Tell me, Mia,” he repeated, “how do you want it?”
He pulled her thighs wide and dropped to one knee. And with his gaze at eye level with her pussy, he slid one finger into her heat, slow and deep. Mia sucked a breath, and her belly hollowed out.
“Fuck me like you want it.” Her words drew his gaze up, and he found her watching him, lust etching her expression. “like you need it.”
He stroked her walls, searching for ridges. “You are going to feel so damned good around me.” Pulling out, he added a second finger and pushed deep until Mia’s eyes closed and she arched with a moan. “You’re going to be a tight, tight fit. I’m going to stretch you all around me.”
“Yes. Now.”
“Mmm, no.” He slid his wet fingers over her pussy, parting her folds and exposing that juicy clit again. “We’re still in Savage foreplay.”
Rafe lowered his mouth to her pussy with so much anticipation, his chest felt like it would crack. And when she was in his mouth, flooding every taste bud, he was sure he could have climaxed with little more than a brush of his cock. She was so soft. So warm. So delicious. And the way she rocked against his mouth and pulled at his hair made him want to tongue fuck her all night.
“Oh my God.” She rolled into a half crunch and held his head with both hands. He hummed and turned his head side to side, licking and sucking. Her mouth dropped open, eyes rolled back, fingers curled into fists. “Oh my God.”
Jesus, her pussy trembled beneath his mouth in a pre-orgasm shiver. She was so easy to get off, it was almost too easy. Almost. But in Mia’s case, the more pleasure he could give her in this short time they had, the better. He put his tongue to work, stroking her with wide, solid swaths. She broke after the second. And continued to tremble as Rafe continue to eat. He wasn’t ready to stop. He’d been starved for her for years.
“Rafe, Rafe, Rafe…” Each call of his name increased in pitch until she screamed and bucked and broke again in a shivering hot mess.
Rafe still wasn’t done. He was starting to wonder if he’d ever be done. The more he got, the more he needed. The harder she came, the harder he wanted her next climax. And he pushed two fingers deep into her hot, wet pussy. “Mmm, so good. Can’t get enough.”
She had one hand fisted in her own hair and one in his. Her body started to move, and she whimpered.
This climax he teased out of her, getting a wicked high out of torturing her with pleasure. While he rubbed the growing bubble deep in her pussy, he barely flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue.
“Rafe.” She slammed both hands into the bed and fisted the comforter, then lifted her hips, rocking them toward his mouth. And damn, that was just so goddamned hot.
He covered her, growled, then took her clit between his lips and sucked and sucked and sucked.
Mia climaxed so hard, her scream was cut short. She bucked and twisted and moaned and whimpered. Then shivered and trembled and panted, while she kept a heavy hand on Rafe’s jaw.
“No more…” She said between breaths. “Need…a break.”
He pushed up, licked his lips, and leaned over her. “Don’t get used to it.” He pressed a kiss to her belly. “We’ve still got a lot of night left ahead.”
6
Mia was fucked.
Well, not yet. At least not in the literal sense, but she already knew this night wasn’t going to be what she’d planned, expected, or needed.
In fact, as she caught her breath, sprawled on the bed in next to nothing with the man who’d owned her heart since she’d been a teenager kissing his way up her body, Mia knew tonight might just turn out to be the worst mistake of her life.
Rafe pressed his face to her neck, kissing her with a hum of pleasure. Mia closed her eyes on emotions so strong and so wildly unexpected that tears stung. She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, and as soon as he lifted his head, she pulled him in and kissed him, pouring all those emotions into the connection.
He tasted musky and male. So alive. So primal. Mia used what little strength she’d recovered to push him onto his back and roll on top of him. And when she lifted her head, she found him smiling up at her. A big, authentic, quintessential Rafe grin, complete with that deep crescent in his right cheek. He reached up and pushed her hair off her face, then cupped her cheek and stroked her skin with his thumb.
Mia closed her eyes and leaned her head into his hand, and when she looked at him again, his smile had faded.
“Where have you been all my life?” he asked, semiserious.
She laughed softly and started working on the buttons of his shirt to break the intensity of their eye contact. “Right behind my brother.”
Rafe sighed and stroked her arms up to her shoulders, then cupped her breasts. They tingled and tightened, her nipples hardening instantly. He brushed them beneath his thumbs, and a tug teased her pussy.
“Mmm.” She pushed his shirt open and stroked her hands over his cut abs, across his wide, muscular chest. Skin she’d seen countless times in the past during summer swims and gym workouts, but only imagined touching. Then trailed her hands down to his pants and worked his belt open, his button, his zipper. Leaning forward, she pressed one hand to the bed at his shoulder, and with her eyes on his, she pushed her hand into his pants, beneath the edge of his boxers. Her fingers slid over his length, followed by her palm and by the time she curled her hand around his cock, his gorgeous gray eyes were hazed with lust.
His lids closed, his brow furrowed, and a sound, part sigh, part groan, rolled from his chest.
He was long and thick. Hot and hard. Hunger gnawed low in Mia’s gut. Her pussy clenched for the feel of him filling her. Fucking her.
She pressed her lips to the center of his chest and stroked his cock as her mouth moved her way down to his navel. Tucking her fingers into his pants, she dragged them down his hips, carefully lifted them over his erection, and pulled them lower.
His cock bounced free, and Mia’s desire tripled. He looked even better than he felt. She’d never thought the male sex anatomy particularly attractive…until now. Maybe her feelings for Rafe or her depth of wanting him skewed her view, but scanning his cock made her mouth water. And she didn’t wait to get his pants off to dive in for a taste.
She gently stroked him, then opened and took as much of him as she could.
Rafe choked out a sound of shock and pleasure. His back arched and his hand fisted in the covers. Déjà vu. Only in reverse. Mia liked that idea. And she put all her focus into bringing him as much pleasure as he’d just brought her, which was certainly no chore. He felt like silky steel in her mouth. He tasted salty and musky and supremely male. The sounds and sights of his pleasure turned Mia on in a way she’d never experienced before. And made Mia want to spend the night driving him crazy.
But she felt like she’d barely gotten to know all the intimate spots that made him moan and shiver when he took her face in his hands and drew her mouth from his cock.
When she met his eyes, his were dark with an intensity of desire she couldn’t ever remember seeing in a man’s expression before. “I’m not like you, baby. I can’t have orgasm after orgasm and be ready for another in minutes. And I really need to fuck you like I mean it. Like I want it. Like I love it. Because I’m hungry for you, Mia. And I can’t imagine getting enough of you in one night.”
Mia’s lips parted, but n
othing came out. Her heart squeezed too hard to get her brain to work, leaving her speechless.
He reached for his pants, pulling his wallet from his back pocket. The thud-thud of his shoes on the floor behind her startled Mia out of her momentary stupor. She slid off the bed, and stripped off his pants and socks. Then stood there a moment, staring at the stunning male beauty of him.
She’d dated great-looking guys. Active guys who went to the gym every day or participated in athletics of one kind or another. Rafe’s body wasn’t the first fantastic body she’d seen, touched, or experienced. But it was obvious that the man behind the body made all the difference, something she’d never known before this moment. Something she only just realized was exactly what her exes had complained was missing in their relationships. And something she wished she hadn’t discovered. Not here, not now, and not with Rafe.
But here she was. With several hours left of her one night with a man she’d loved for so long, she almost couldn’t remember when it started. And feared it would never end.
He sat up, slipped his arms around her and pulled her between his thighs, where he pressed his face to her abdomen and kissed her. Then he tilted his head back and met her eyes. “We can stop anytime. If you’re having second thoughts—”
“Only regrets that it took us so long to get here.” Her voice shook. She cradled his face in both hands while the words “I love you” filled her mouth, pushing to get out. If she wanted to lose what ground they’d gained, that would be a surefire way to do it. So she swallowed them back and smiled. “But we’re here now.”
She reached for the wallet he’d left on the bed, leaning into him at the same time. “I assume you’ve got condoms in here.”
Rafe closed his arms around her and kissed her chest. One of his hands slid down and gripped her ass; the other moved up and pressed against the middle of her back. “Mmm-hmm.”
When she straightened, arms stretched behind him as she went through his wallet, Rafe kissed her neck, scraping his teeth along her skin and licking sensitive areas that made her tingle everywhere.
