“Rafe, put me down!”
He laughed and spanked her ass again, the stinging turning her on at the worst moment. “No.”
He started marching down the road with her on his shoulder like it wasn’t a big deal. She was a big girl, and he was a giant mountain man. If they didn’t call attention going down the street, nothing would.
They had just gotten to the corner when a limo pulled up beside them. He flung the door open and shoved her inside, following closely behind. There was no time to take a breath. The vehicle took off so fast she slid down the leather to the other end of the seat.
“Rafe, let me out of this car.”
“I already said no.”
She hated that he was putting her in this position. She loved Rafe. For the entire time they’d been together, their only issue had been his being emotionally closed off.
“Let me out now. Talking isn’t going to make a difference. You should know that. You are the reason things went the way they did,” she huffed, still trying to catch her breath.
He glanced at his watch. “You’re going to listen to me. Whatever you decide after that is up to you.”
“This is such bullshit. You know this is not the way to do things.”
He frowned. “Then what is the way? Going to your house and talking about it? That didn’t work. Calling you? You changed your voicemail to say you weren’t changing your mind.”
She had. She’d been set on not accepting less than what she knew he could give. She didn’t even care that others who called didn’t understand her message. He understood. The limo slowed down. She glanced out the window and noticed they were entering the airport.
“You need to let me go. You didn’t want to love me. I understand that now.”
His features turned dark with anger. “You don’t understand anything.”
The door opened, and he got out. He leaned in to glance at her. “Come with me, Julie. If you try to run again, I’ll just throw you on my shoulder and carry you, consequences be damned.”
He was insane. He had to have lost his mind in the time they’d been broken up. Why else would he be so adamant about this? About her going with him? Something about how set he was on her coming with him made her stop and think. A small voice yelled inside her brain to go with him, to see what it was that could have pushed him to run away from her.
She left the limo, and he led her to a waiting private jet. She swallowed at the knot in her throat. Too many emotions clogged up her airways.
Rafe stopped at the foot of the jet and cupped her face in his hands. “Trust me. You need this. We both do.”
She nodded, her heart fluttering from nerves, fear, and excitement. This was Rafe—the man she loved beyond all reason. He wanted to take her somewhere and hopefully open up to her.
The inside of the jet was sumptuous. Giant seats that reclined into beds faced forward in sets. There was a door at the back, which she assumed was the bathroom.
She didn’t say anything else while they moved to takeoff position. She gulped and glanced at the man sitting beside her.
His blue eyes shone with that flash of determination and desire that made her knees weak. “I kept telling myself you wouldn’t have the same effect on me this time around.” He laughed, dryly. “I was wrong.”
She blinked. “Wrong how?”
He leaned into her, sliding a hand into her hair and pulling her face to his. “I still want you. I want you just as much as I’ve wanted you every fucking second since I met you.”
FIVE
She didn’t get a chance to say anything. He meshed their lips together into a toe-curling kiss she couldn’t have stopped if she tried. Her brain froze. She didn’t know what to think. Yes, she wanted Rafe. She loved him. He was the one who didn’t seem to know how to handle loving her.
She gripped his tux jacket, curling her nails tight on the material and moaning into the kiss. Her body wound tight. She struggled to get oxygen into her lungs. He didn’t let up. He rubbed his tongue over hers, sending electric heat down to her pussy.
He cupped her breast over the dress, his thumb rubbing over the thin material holding her bound. Her nipples pebbled tight. She ached from how badly she wanted him. Her heart constricted with love and pain. She’d missed him so damn much. Every kiss. Every touch. Every damn thing about Rafe.
The kiss deepened. With just a growl, he turned up the heat. Her body shivered from the rampant desire coursing through her. She bit on his lip, loving the sound of his groan. His hand on her breast squeezed, kneading at her chest and caressing down to her belly. She didn’t give a fuck that she didn’t have flat abs or that her belly was soft and jiggly. She had rolls. She had thick thighs and large legs. She even had chubby arms. None of that mattered.
She firmly believed she was a good-looking, curvy woman, and Rafe had always made her feel like she was the hottest woman in the world. He lifted her skirt and slid his hand under the soft material, gliding a hand up her large thigh. She spread her legs open, waiting for a single touch of his hand on her sex. That’s all she needed, and she’d lose it. He didn’t push the panties to the side and shove a finger into her cunt like she wanted. No. He grazed his finger over her throbbing sex and continued to kiss her like the world was ending and he needed one more taste of her.
She moaned, shoving the jacket to the side and feeling the muscles underneath. The shirt had to go. In fact, all of it had to go. She’d never wanted him naked like she did that very moment.
He pulled back and gasped for air. Glancing around the cabin, she realized they were up in the air. The seat belt sign had gone off. Her pussy slickened at the all-too-possessive look he gave her.
“You…,” she gasped, “…did all that to stop my nerves?”
He shook his head and took a harsh breath. “I’m not that fucking nice, princess. I did that because I haven’t had a taste of you in too long, and I couldn’t control the bear any longer.”
Well, that was something.
She unbuckled the belt and stood. “You asked me to listen, and I will, but don’t play yourself. I’m not here to be a piece of ass!”
She marched down the walkway to the back door, expecting to find a bathroom. Instead of a bathroom, what she found was a bedroom with a full bed and sheets of a higher thread count than she owned at home. And she had a thing for expensive sheets.
The door opened behind her, and she turned to face Rafe.
“You have such a strange view of reality,” he said, crowding her. “Since when have you ever been ‘just a piece of ass’?”
She stumbled back. The anger in his face didn’t make her nervous; it excited her. She almost whimpered at how turned on she got. “I—”
He came closer and closer, until the back of her legs hit the bed. “You what, princess? Do you think that after all this time, I would go through all this trouble for sex?”
She gulped. The side of her that couldn’t stay quiet reared its head. “I wouldn’t know. You definitely weren’t in it for love the last time I checked!”
He grabbed the back of her gown and yanked her forward, her body slamming up against his much harder one. Breaths rushed out of her lungs, and desire bloomed bright in her chest. She shouldn’t be thinking of sex, but she was. She wanted him oh-so bad, like the addicted needed a fix. That’s how she felt. Her hopes of being able to resist him dwindled down to nothing. Now her sole purpose was to get him worked up enough to argue with her. At least that would make her feel better.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, bringing his mouth down over hers. The plane shook, sending them both falling onto the bed with her beneath him. She fought at first, pushing and shoving him from her. Then, her brain started working against her, urging her to get him closer.
Clothes tore off, and soon she was lying there naked, his gaze roaming over her body with indescribable need. He cupped her breast and bit down on her nipple. She moaned, and her pussy turned instantly slick from his bite.
“Rafe!”
He lifted his head, his bright eyes eating her up. “That’s it. I missed that: that little hitch in your voice when you’re wet.”
“You’re insane.” She gulped. “I don’t do anything like that.”
He gave her a grin that spoke volumes. It called her a liar. “Really?” He pushed her large thighs apart and took a deep breath. “Tell me I can’t fucking smell how wet I made you from a single kiss.”
She pressed her lips together and inhaled slowly. “That bear of yours has a wild imagination.”
He got on his knees on the bed and yanked at the bow tie. Then she stared as he tugged on the pristine white shirt and sent buttons flying, leaving his slightly hairy chest exposed. He reached for his belt, undid it, and then moved to the button holding his pants closed. He glanced down at his fingers and slowed his movement.
She hadn’t realized she was staring with her jaw hanging open. He wasn’t one of those super muscular guys that had veins popping out of his body. No, what he had was a giant body with strong limbs, washboard abs, and those lines that defined his abs and pointed south that made women beyond stupid. Yeah, he had all that.
“I don’t think my bear has a wild imagination. I think what I have is a woman who is still refusing to admit she’s missed having me inside her.”
She shook her head. “I can admit anything.”
He lowered the zipper slowly, watching her the entire time. “Admit it then. Tell me you’ve missed having me fuck you.”
SIX
His pants fluttered down, and his cock sprang free. Her throat went bone-dry, and she didn’t know what the hell he’d just said. “I won’t. I can live without sex. I have for a year.”
She turned to face away from him, but was surprised when he sprawled himself over her, stopping her with his body and letting her feel his hardness.
“You continue to lie, princess.”
“I’ve never lied to you.”
“You are now.” He grinned. “Don’t you think I can tell you want me just as bad, if not worse, than you did last year?”
She tried to shake her head, but he held her face immobile. “Don’t deny it. You crave me, just like I can’t fucking breathe without imagining driving my cock into you. I can’t think without a random image of your sexy-as-hell curves making my thoughts derail.” He groaned, rocking his hips between her thighs, and liquid heat flowed from her pussy, sliding down to her ass. “I haven’t slept from missing you in my arms. In my bed.”
That’s how she felt. Every word out of his lips reflected how she’d been living for the past year. She’d missed him so much she’d barely slept for a month. And his face was always popping into her thoughts, her day.
She slid her fingers into his hair and raked her nails over his scalp, pulling him down until their lips pressed together. The kiss was a new definition of need. Passion fired up her blood and shot lust coursing through her. She sucked on his lip and his tongue, nipping and licking and giving all she had.
He held her face still, keeping her from moving but at the same time being the aggressor she loved. She bit and scratched at him, a reaction she’d never been able to control. He had that effect on her. His grunts only made her wilder. She scored her nails down his arms and back. He pressed into her, the head of his cock slipping between her pussy lips and finding his way home into her sex.
“God, yes!” she screamed.
Tilting her hips, she wiggled to allow him better entrance and encourage him to move.
“Ah, baby. You want me.”
What the fuck did he need, smoke signals? “Yes. Fuck. Me. Now.”
He nipped on her chin, gliding his tongue up her jaw and down to her neck. “You taste so fucking delicious. Sweet. Salty. Sexy.”
“Rafe, stop being an asshole and fuck me already.”
He chuckled at her angry words. “Whatever happened to ‘romance me’?”
“Fuck romance. Take me. You brought me here, and you have your dick at a spot that’s making me ready to scream. You think I’m thinking of romance? Move. Now.”
He pushed forward at that moment, filling her so completely that she groaned out a long breath. “Jesus, princess. You feel better than I remember.”
She wiggled under him. “Rafe—”
He jerked back and drove hard, pressing her body deep into the bed. She widened her legs, needing a deeper connection with him. Hunger snapped at her core, seizing her focus. Him. Her. That’s all there was. A slip and slide of his body over hers, driving the tension higher and higher.
“Fuck, baby. I can’t believe it’s been so long since I had you.”
She bit her lip, pushing back the emotions tugging at her heart. It took a full damn year for him to realize that he couldn’t live without her. “I wasn’t a necessity.”
He stopped mid-drive and glanced into her eyes. “Don’t say that. You’re more important than anyone else.”
She dug her nails into the curve of his ass, drawing his body deeper. A low groan purred from her throat. The plane dipped and shook, adding new vibrations to their movements. “I learned that when it comes to you, I might be good enough to fuck, but not good enough to love.”
He drove deep at an almost punishing pace, his body slamming repeatedly into hers. She held on to him, unable to do more than grab a slight breath every few seconds. The passion inside threatened to break free, cracking the tension building at her core.
“I’d fucking die for you!” he huffed, anger coating his words.
“I don’t want you to die, you asshole!” she snapped.
His head dropped, and a new kiss consumed them. Fire blazed between their lips. She gave up any attempt at breathing and sucked air from his lungs. Desire pounded at her chest, and the love she’d been afraid to re-acknowledge made itself known. She couldn’t ignore the fact that this was the man she’d cried months for. He was the one she had opened herself up to. Fuck all the money he had. She loved the stupid jerk with all his flaws.
He sucked on her bottom lip, biting down on her mouth and then growling by her neck. His cock plunged deeper and deeper. She gasped and groaned, her body silently begging for more.
“I fucking did everything I could to show you I care!” He bit down on her chest, hard. His tongue circled her nipple, and electric shudders raced down to her clit.
“You,” she groaned. “Didn’t.”
Her belly trembled with every thrust. Her pussy clutched at his cock, holding him tight against her walls. Tension snapped inside her. Pleasure bathed over her in cool waves of bliss. She gasped multiple breaths, trying to get her lungs to work.
Her pussy contracted around his cock, jerking him hard. His perspiration-slick back tensed. His head lifted from her breast and dropped into the curve of her neck. Every thrust he made turned shallow and jerky, until he didn’t move anymore. Her body continued riding her tidal wave of joy when he breathed into her hair, gripping the strands hard in his fists.
“Ah, princess. I’ve been dying to come inside you,” he said, filling her body with his semen. A hot shudder raced up her back. She loved seeing him lose his tight rein on the control he loved to wield when he came. There was nothing he could do about that.
He flipped them over on the bed so she lay motionless on top of him while they both tried to regain their breathing. She hated how much she wanted to cry. She’d willingly given herself to him from the beginning, and he still continued to hold back. He couldn’t even say that he loved her.
“Why?” she asked.
She knew her question might not get the response she needed, but after all this time, all the things they’d done together, she felt he owed her the truth.
“I don’t understand what it is you want from me, Julie. I’ve shown you every way I can that I care.”
She sucked in a breath. “I don’t want you to tell me you care, because that’s what I want.” She lifted her head up from his chest and met his gaze. “I need to know what you feel. Why
is it so hard for you to say those things to me?”
He glanced away from her and then went back to looking at her face. “I have always been different than the others. More internal.”
She nodded. “I can understand that. You know I can. I never said I loved you, because I wanted you to say it back. When you push me for a commitment but aren’t willing to admit to how you feel, that’s not going to get us anywhere. I can’t do things on your schedule, and I don’t expect the same.”
“I want to be with you. Nobody but you.”
She lifted her lips in a slow grin. “That’s a start, but not for marriage.” She knew she was pushing him a lot more this time around, but it was because she wasn’t going to go through the same thing with him again.
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SEVEN
Rafe watched Julie put on one his shirts and sit on the bed cross-legged.
“You don’t plan on eating?” she asked, picking up a croissant from the tray the flight attendant had brought their way. “You know you love these.”
He nodded. “I’ll eat something later.”
The truth was that her words had done things to his insides nothing ever had. Fear and panic combined inside him. He couldn’t lose her again. He wouldn’t. But that meant he had to finally figure out how to tell her about his past. He’d known that buying her at the auction would mean she was going to want to know more about why he was the way he was. He hated to tell her those things, but he’d do it if it meant not losing her.
“I can see something’s on your mind.” She wiped her hands on a napkin and picked up the coffee cup from the tray. “Talk.”
Julie had been like that—straight forward and to the point since the first day. She’d told him she’d be his on a whim, offering herself as long as he made her time in his bed worthwhile. Days turned to months, and the lust between them was more than he could handle. The bear inside him griped, snarling that she was his mate. Rafe ignored him. For months, he refused to acknowledge how special she’d become to him, how much he loved being with her.
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