she climbed out of the pool and into his arms.
Chapter Eight
M elina had just barely shut her living room door when she found herself up against it, her hands locked with his, arms pressed to the painted wood. The towel dropped to the floor. Her bathing suit didnât create a barrier but friction instead, exciting and welcome, as he moved his body along hers.
âIâll only ask once,â he said touching his forehead to hers, his face taut with desire. âAre you okay with this?â
She nodded, then his mouth was on hers, attacking at first, then slowing, lingering, indulging. Savoring. His fingers tightened and released around hers, again and again, mimicking what was to come. He let go, freeing his hands to touch her, to slide his palms down her back and over her rear, cupping her,bringing her even closer as he dragged his mouth down her neck. Her wet hair dripped onto him and the floor. The scent of chlorine made her wish for a shower, but she didnât want to wait that long. Couldnât wait. This moment had been building, day by day. She needed him here and now.
Melina curved her fingers into his flesh as he sank slowly, exhaling hot air through her suit as he made a meandering trail down her welcoming body, stopping to nibble here and there, to run his hands along her breasts, her abdomen and beyond. She arched as his mouth settled between her legs, his fiery breath arousing, his teeth finding just the right places with just the right pressure. Then he rose, bringing along her towel to rub her hair, drawing audible breaths, deep and shaky.
She took him by the hand and led him upstairs and into her bedroom, wishing she knew what to say, wanting words from him, as well. And yet, what would they say?
He moved past her, flipped on two bedside lights, grabbed hold of her bedding and pulled it down, leaving only the bottom sheet. When he faced her he seemed like an entirely different person from her memories of himâa fully adult male instead of a young man, one who had life experience now. Other sexual experiences. She wonderedâ
âTake off your suit,â he said, low and harsh, standing two feet from her.
She hesitated only long enough for the order toreach her brain, then peeled it off and tossed it toward her bathroom, where it landed with a splat.
Then he stripped, all the while watching her, revealing his perfectly toned body slowly, enticingly. She wanted to feel him inside her right nowâ¦.
âIâm on the pill,â she said, reaching toward him, needing to touch, to feel, to taste. He would be familiar and yet new. The memory of this night would replace others from so long ago. Was that a good thing? She would know soon.
She started at his chest, teasing him with light touches, exploring the planes of his body, going lower and lower, until he sucked in an audible breath. She wrapped her hand around his bold heat, swirled a fingertip around and around, glorying in the sounds he made.
âKeep it up and I wonât be of much use to you,â he said through clenched teeth.
âOh, I fully intend to keep it up.â
His laugh was filled with frustration and arousal. He let her explore for a little longer, then he took charge, moving her onto the bed, landing on top of her, maneuvering his legs between hers to nestle heat to heat, capturing her mouth with his in a deep, hot kiss that shut out the world, encasing them in their own erotic cocoon. She wrapped her legs around him, felt the hard heat of him press against her, pressure building inside her from the contact aloneâ¦.
Rafe felt her arch and clench, heard her breathless sounds, squeezed his eyes shut when her fingernailsdug into him and she moved rhythmically, powerfully. The moment she started to slow, he slid down her, took a hard nipple in his mouth and cherished it, then the other, arousing her again, ready to explode himself. His hands moved over her warm flesh, his mouth tasted her skin
Chapter Eight
M elina had just barely shut her living room door when she found herself up against it, her hands locked with his, arms pressed to the painted wood. The towel dropped to the floor. Her bathing suit didnât create a barrier but friction instead, exciting and welcome, as he moved his body along hers.
âIâll only ask once,â he said touching his forehead to hers, his face taut with desire. âAre you okay with this?â
She nodded, then his mouth was on hers, attacking at first, then slowing, lingering, indulging. Savoring. His fingers tightened and released around hers, again and again, mimicking what was to come. He let go, freeing his hands to touch her, to slide his palms down her back and over her rear, cupping her,bringing her even closer as he dragged his mouth down her neck. Her wet hair dripped onto him and the floor. The scent of chlorine made her wish for a shower, but she didnât want to wait that long. Couldnât wait. This moment had been building, day by day. She needed him here and now.
Melina curved her fingers into his flesh as he sank slowly, exhaling hot air through her suit as he made a meandering trail down her welcoming body, stopping to nibble here and there, to run his hands along her breasts, her abdomen and beyond. She arched as his mouth settled between her legs, his fiery breath arousing, his teeth finding just the right places with just the right pressure. Then he rose, bringing along her towel to rub her hair, drawing audible breaths, deep and shaky.
She took him by the hand and led him upstairs and into her bedroom, wishing she knew what to say, wanting words from him, as well. And yet, what would they say?
He moved past her, flipped on two bedside lights, grabbed hold of her bedding and pulled it down, leaving only the bottom sheet. When he faced her he seemed like an entirely different person from her memories of himâa fully adult male instead of a young man, one who had life experience now. Other sexual experiences. She wonderedâ
âTake off your suit,â he said, low and harsh, standing two feet from her.
She hesitated only long enough for the order toreach her brain, then peeled it off and tossed it toward her bathroom, where it landed with a splat.
Then he stripped, all the while watching her, revealing his perfectly toned body slowly, enticingly. She wanted to feel him inside her right nowâ¦.
âIâm on the pill,â she said, reaching toward him, needing to touch, to feel, to taste. He would be familiar and yet new. The memory of this night would replace others from so long ago. Was that a good thing? She would know soon.
She started at his chest, teasing him with light touches, exploring the planes of his body, going lower and lower, until he sucked in an audible breath. She wrapped her hand around his bold heat, swirled a fingertip around and around, glorying in the sounds he made.
âKeep it up and I wonât be of much use to you,â he said through clenched teeth.
âOh, I fully intend to keep it up.â
His laugh was filled with frustration and arousal. He let her explore for a little longer, then he took charge, moving her onto the bed, landing on top of her, maneuvering his legs between hers to nestle heat to heat, capturing her mouth with his in a deep, hot kiss that shut out the world, encasing them in their own erotic cocoon. She wrapped her legs around him, felt the hard heat of him press against her, pressure building inside her from the contact aloneâ¦.
Rafe felt her arch and clench, heard her breathless sounds, squeezed his eyes shut when her fingernailsdug into him and she moved rhythmically, powerfully. The moment she started to slow, he slid down her, took a hard nipple in his mouth and cherished it, then the other, arousing her again, ready to explode himself. His hands moved over her warm flesh, his mouth tasted her skin
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