Seduced by the Baron (The Fairy Tales of New York Book 4) by Amy Andrews Page B

shuddering and jerking her in his arms as she called out, “ Yes,” over and over, filling his head like a benediction.
    He stroked her until her movements lessened and her cries settled and she begged him to stop, her arm slipping from around his neck, her face turning into his neck, her soft curls falling across her cheek. He eased his hand out, sliding it onto her hip, his other arm braced across her breasts holding her close, holding her up.
    He nuzzled her temple and waited for her to come back to herself.
    *
    Faith blinked as her surroundings slowly came into focus. His beachy smell laced with something heavier. The firm band of his forearm across her chest. The hardness of his thighs behind hers.
    The press of his erection into the seam of her jeans.
    Her heart rate had slowed but it beat hard, like it was trying to punch out of her chest. There was still a rasp to her breath.
    She slowly turned her head until their gazes met in the glass. Objectively, she looked a wreck. Her curls were a wild tangle across her cheeks and forehead and splayed out over his shoulder, her clothes were parted, pulled down, pushed up, shoved aside, her body pretty much exposed. Faith tried to summon the will to care but frankly, with one of his arms positioned possessively across her breasts and the other in equal possession of her hip she was inclined to believe she’d never looked as good as she did plastered all over Raf.
    She felt like she’d been disassembled then put back together again in a completely different way. And there was no going back.
    “Hey,” he murmured. “You’re back.”
    It seemed liked she’d been away for ever but she knew the reality had been embarrassingly short. “I’m sorry about that. It was a little…quick. It’s…been a while.”
    “Don’t apologize. That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.”
    Faith shifted against him, tried to take some of her own weight now she felt more earthbound but his hand tightened on her hip. “You really shouldn’t move like that,” he muttered, his voice a low, agonized rumble.
    The urgent press of his erection suddenly felt like an iron bar branding her butt. “Like this?” She shifted again, deliberately.
    He shut his eyes on a groan. “God…like that.”
    Faith took advantage of his distraction and turned in his arms. Her legs felt like marshmallow but she managed it, her bare breasts now squashed against the hard wall of his chest, her nipples all tight and tingly.
    She raised herself up on her tiptoes, her arms circling his neck, her hands pushing in to his hair. “I think I can help you with that,” she whispered against his mouth then slid her lips onto his.
    He groaned, sinking into the kiss, opening his mouth wide and demanding she do the same as he drove her head back with the force of his barely leashed passion. His hands found her ass, dragging her in closer, kneading it hard, building the friction between their bodies until she was, once again, panting hard.
    “God,” Faith muttered, pulling away, her head reeling, her system already too weak to take more of his sexual prowess in any kind of an upright position. “Bed,” she said. “Before I fall down.”
    Keeping hold of her ass and pulling her in tight, he walked her over in five strides, the backs of her legs hitting the edge of the mattress. He pulled at her clothes. She pulled at his until they were both naked and he was staring at her like she was covered in caramel sauce and chocolate buttons.
    She put a hand on his chest and pushed him gently backwards grateful when he went with the flow, landing on his butt on the edge of the bed, his erection bobbing up enticingly from his lap. She slid her palms onto his shoulders and stepped between his legs.
    He looked up at her. “What do you want?”
    Faith’s heart beat like a gong. What she wanted scared the crap out of her. What she needed was different. “ You ,” she whispered, snagging her jeans off the bed and digging a