silently beckoning to him.
He slipped his hand beneath the thin strap of her top, his finger deliberately grazing her skin. “I never knew you liked silk and lace,” he murmured. But he was damned glad she did.
Sara lifted one shoulder in a light shrug. “That’s because we didn’t spend much time together outside of work,” she said, her voice sexy and raw.
“That’s because I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you.”
“And now you don’t have to.”
She met his gaze, her need crystal clear, so he slid the straps down over her arms until the entire camisole gave way, pooling around her waist, exposing her full breasts to his view.
He hadn’t known she was so full or ripe, and he wondered what other surprises awaited him. His mouth watered, the need to taste her growing stronger. “Beautiful.”
She made no move to cover herself, merely braced her hands behind her, thrusting those luscious mounds forward, teasing him, tempting him, as she waited for him to make the next move.
He cupped her breasts, letting their weight settle in his hands, her nipples puckering and pressing into his palms. Just the feel wasn’t enough; he turned his attention to those tight peaks, rolling and plucking her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, watching with satisfaction as she threw her head back and writhed beneath his touch.
He’d found her sensitive spot, he thought, pleased, and continued the sensual assault.
Her breathing grew more and more uneven, and suddenly Rafe was on a mission to see how far he could take her this way. Dipping his head, he sealed his lips over one breast, pulling the distended bud intohis mouth. His other hand never left her other breast, and he continued giving them equal attention.
Her breathing increased, while his body tightened more with each pant until her body convulsed and she let out a long, drawn-out moan of pleasure.
He lifted his head in time to see her slide her hand from beneath the waistband of her silk shorts.
Startled, he met her heavy-lidded gaze. “Should I be insulted?” he asked lightly.
Because he wasn’t. He was even more turned on.
She shook her head, a naughty look in her eyes. “Only if you’re insecure.”
He burst out laughing. “I admire a woman who isn’t afraid of anything.”
She grinned. “I believe it’s your turn now.”
“I’d like mine the old-fashioned way.”
“I think that can be arranged.” A slow, seductive smile curved her lips. “I don’t want you to exert yourself. You’re still recovering, after all.” She sat up and eased his shoulders down until he lay flat on his back.
Liking this show of control, he placed his hands behind his head and grinned. “Then take care of me, babe.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” Sara pulled the string on his sweats, releasing the waistband, then lowered the soft cotton only to discover he wasn’t wearingboxers. Or briefs. Or anything but a raging hard-on meant just for her.
She glanced at his swollen member and swallowed hard. “Commando.”
He merely shrugged.
“That means you sleep…”
“Naked.”
Just as she’d thought.
“Is that a problem for you?” he asked.
“It certainly isn’t.”
“Good.” He kicked the sweats off, leaving him gloriously naked. “Your turn.” He watched her intently.
She wasn’t normally self-conscious, but his admiring gaze unnerved her, in part because she’d wanted this for so long. At the reminder, she turned her thoughts off and decided to enjoy. After all, this might be the only time she had with Rafe, and she wanted to savor and remember it all.
Her top was already wrapped around her waist, and it didn’t take long to shimmy both pieces down her legs and slide them off.
“Now we’re on equal footing.” His eyes darkened with need, his expression one of pure admiration.
She swung her good leg over his hips and settled her body over him. Warm skin against warm skin, he felt so good as she eased herself
He slipped his hand beneath the thin strap of her top, his finger deliberately grazing her skin. “I never knew you liked silk and lace,” he murmured. But he was damned glad she did.
Sara lifted one shoulder in a light shrug. “That’s because we didn’t spend much time together outside of work,” she said, her voice sexy and raw.
“That’s because I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you.”
“And now you don’t have to.”
She met his gaze, her need crystal clear, so he slid the straps down over her arms until the entire camisole gave way, pooling around her waist, exposing her full breasts to his view.
He hadn’t known she was so full or ripe, and he wondered what other surprises awaited him. His mouth watered, the need to taste her growing stronger. “Beautiful.”
She made no move to cover herself, merely braced her hands behind her, thrusting those luscious mounds forward, teasing him, tempting him, as she waited for him to make the next move.
He cupped her breasts, letting their weight settle in his hands, her nipples puckering and pressing into his palms. Just the feel wasn’t enough; he turned his attention to those tight peaks, rolling and plucking her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, watching with satisfaction as she threw her head back and writhed beneath his touch.
He’d found her sensitive spot, he thought, pleased, and continued the sensual assault.
Her breathing grew more and more uneven, and suddenly Rafe was on a mission to see how far he could take her this way. Dipping his head, he sealed his lips over one breast, pulling the distended bud intohis mouth. His other hand never left her other breast, and he continued giving them equal attention.
Her breathing increased, while his body tightened more with each pant until her body convulsed and she let out a long, drawn-out moan of pleasure.
He lifted his head in time to see her slide her hand from beneath the waistband of her silk shorts.
Startled, he met her heavy-lidded gaze. “Should I be insulted?” he asked lightly.
Because he wasn’t. He was even more turned on.
She shook her head, a naughty look in her eyes. “Only if you’re insecure.”
He burst out laughing. “I admire a woman who isn’t afraid of anything.”
She grinned. “I believe it’s your turn now.”
“I’d like mine the old-fashioned way.”
“I think that can be arranged.” A slow, seductive smile curved her lips. “I don’t want you to exert yourself. You’re still recovering, after all.” She sat up and eased his shoulders down until he lay flat on his back.
Liking this show of control, he placed his hands behind his head and grinned. “Then take care of me, babe.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” Sara pulled the string on his sweats, releasing the waistband, then lowered the soft cotton only to discover he wasn’t wearingboxers. Or briefs. Or anything but a raging hard-on meant just for her.
She glanced at his swollen member and swallowed hard. “Commando.”
He merely shrugged.
“That means you sleep…”
“Naked.”
Just as she’d thought.
“Is that a problem for you?” he asked.
“It certainly isn’t.”
“Good.” He kicked the sweats off, leaving him gloriously naked. “Your turn.” He watched her intently.
She wasn’t normally self-conscious, but his admiring gaze unnerved her, in part because she’d wanted this for so long. At the reminder, she turned her thoughts off and decided to enjoy. After all, this might be the only time she had with Rafe, and she wanted to savor and remember it all.
Her top was already wrapped around her waist, and it didn’t take long to shimmy both pieces down her legs and slide them off.
“Now we’re on equal footing.” His eyes darkened with need, his expression one of pure admiration.
She swung her good leg over his hips and settled her body over him. Warm skin against warm skin, he felt so good as she eased herself
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