my head, and in the mirror, I could glimpse him squeezing my butt between his hands, rubbing himself back and forth over my ass. Even I could see that the only thing better than my breasts to look at were the firm, high rounds of my creamy-white ass cheeks, set off by little thumbprint-sized dimples above my slim waist.
“Dammit,” Rafe said, tracing my buttocks with his hands. “I can’t wait any longer.” He dropped his pants in a quick movement and hauled me higher on the bed, still face down. I could see in the mirror as he mounted me, his hard thighs clamping around my hips. I didn’t have time to wonder what he was doing as he said, “This won’t take a minute,” and slid his huge, rock-hard shaft along my butt, rubbing up and down against me as his hands clenched the tops of my hips convulsively.
I saw and felt him come with a heart-moan, his back a vast arching of muscles I watched and longed for in the mirror above. I felt a wetness that slid like hot honey into the small of my back.
I gave a yelp of outrage. “No. That wasn’t how it was supposed to be!”
I tried to struggle up from beneath him, but Rafe had collapsed over me with his full weight. He groaned.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. And we were never having sex today. At least not the kind you had in mind.”
I slid out from under him at last. “Why do you get to decide what we’re doing?” I was furious and embarrassed. I stomped into the palatial bathroom.
My eyes were flashing and cheeks flaming as I glanced in the mirror at my swollen breasts, heavy and pink, blotched with hickeys. My hair was a snarled mess. I was marked with kisses and beard stubble, and there was something wet sliding down my back.
I’d had orgasms, and now so had he, but I was deeply disappointed.
“Total bummer,” I muttered. I turned on the shower and got in.
Moments later he got in with me. I scrubbed my body furiously with soap and a washcloth.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t…I was going to explode. Now I can take my time with you the next time,” Rafe said. “Besides, I didn’t have a condom.”
“You booked a room and ordered wine, but didn’t have a condom? Besides, there won’t be a next time,” I snorted, but slowed my angry movements as he began working a fragrant lather of shampoo into my long hair, massaging my scalp. He washed my hair tenderly, rinsing each section of hair, sliding it over himself as if studying the contrast of the vivid color with his own hardened, tanned, hair-roughened body.
The anger gradually melted out of me under his gentle, tender touch.
He carried me out of the shower. Wrapped me in one of the huge bath sheets. Turned down the bed and tucked me in, blotting my hair with the towel.
I fell instantly asleep.
Chapter 6
I woke up abruptly, overheated.
Rafe was sleeping next to me, one arm over me and one heavily muscled thigh holding down my legs. His face was beside mine on the pillow, and in this unguarded moment, I could study it.
His deep blue eyes were closed, fans of long dark lashes resting against high, slanted cheekbones. Stubble marked the planes of his cheeks, the firm jaw now relaxed in sleep. His mouth, with its thinner top lip and wide lower one, a mouth that could look hard or tender, was slightly open, and his breath mingled with mine.
I was tempted to kiss him, and even though I was too hot, I didn’t want to wake him. A feeling swelled in me, an overwhelming tenderness. I sneaked a hand up and stroked the line of his dark brows. His breathing never changed.
I wanted to wake up in his arms every day.
The thought chilled me. Scared me. I’d not come all the way out here, lied to everyone who mattered to me, to fall for a guy who was so wrong for me.
Surfer, sailor, drifter. Rafe McCallum.
I wanted solidity. A career. To own my home and drive a decent car. Maybe have a few kids someday. I didn’t want to be dependent on the whims and generosity of strangers like my parents had
“Dammit,” Rafe said, tracing my buttocks with his hands. “I can’t wait any longer.” He dropped his pants in a quick movement and hauled me higher on the bed, still face down. I could see in the mirror as he mounted me, his hard thighs clamping around my hips. I didn’t have time to wonder what he was doing as he said, “This won’t take a minute,” and slid his huge, rock-hard shaft along my butt, rubbing up and down against me as his hands clenched the tops of my hips convulsively.
I saw and felt him come with a heart-moan, his back a vast arching of muscles I watched and longed for in the mirror above. I felt a wetness that slid like hot honey into the small of my back.
I gave a yelp of outrage. “No. That wasn’t how it was supposed to be!”
I tried to struggle up from beneath him, but Rafe had collapsed over me with his full weight. He groaned.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. And we were never having sex today. At least not the kind you had in mind.”
I slid out from under him at last. “Why do you get to decide what we’re doing?” I was furious and embarrassed. I stomped into the palatial bathroom.
My eyes were flashing and cheeks flaming as I glanced in the mirror at my swollen breasts, heavy and pink, blotched with hickeys. My hair was a snarled mess. I was marked with kisses and beard stubble, and there was something wet sliding down my back.
I’d had orgasms, and now so had he, but I was deeply disappointed.
“Total bummer,” I muttered. I turned on the shower and got in.
Moments later he got in with me. I scrubbed my body furiously with soap and a washcloth.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t…I was going to explode. Now I can take my time with you the next time,” Rafe said. “Besides, I didn’t have a condom.”
“You booked a room and ordered wine, but didn’t have a condom? Besides, there won’t be a next time,” I snorted, but slowed my angry movements as he began working a fragrant lather of shampoo into my long hair, massaging my scalp. He washed my hair tenderly, rinsing each section of hair, sliding it over himself as if studying the contrast of the vivid color with his own hardened, tanned, hair-roughened body.
The anger gradually melted out of me under his gentle, tender touch.
He carried me out of the shower. Wrapped me in one of the huge bath sheets. Turned down the bed and tucked me in, blotting my hair with the towel.
I fell instantly asleep.
Chapter 6
I woke up abruptly, overheated.
Rafe was sleeping next to me, one arm over me and one heavily muscled thigh holding down my legs. His face was beside mine on the pillow, and in this unguarded moment, I could study it.
His deep blue eyes were closed, fans of long dark lashes resting against high, slanted cheekbones. Stubble marked the planes of his cheeks, the firm jaw now relaxed in sleep. His mouth, with its thinner top lip and wide lower one, a mouth that could look hard or tender, was slightly open, and his breath mingled with mine.
I was tempted to kiss him, and even though I was too hot, I didn’t want to wake him. A feeling swelled in me, an overwhelming tenderness. I sneaked a hand up and stroked the line of his dark brows. His breathing never changed.
I wanted to wake up in his arms every day.
The thought chilled me. Scared me. I’d not come all the way out here, lied to everyone who mattered to me, to fall for a guy who was so wrong for me.
Surfer, sailor, drifter. Rafe McCallum.
I wanted solidity. A career. To own my home and drive a decent car. Maybe have a few kids someday. I didn’t want to be dependent on the whims and generosity of strangers like my parents had
Similar Books
