to mean
somethin'. It will to me."
Sparkle swallowed,
thrilled yet a little daunted by what he'd revealed. "It's my first time,
but I understand."
"Do you?"
A rough palm reached to caress her cheek. "Ain't never had a steady gal.
You're already the closest to that, with folks thinkin' we're married. Things
won't ever be the same afterward. Don't be tellin' yourself this will quench my
thirst, cause there's a good chance I'll only want you more."
"Is that
bad?"
"It might be.
Maybe you should think on it. You're a damned pretty gal. There's plenty of
men."
"Did you
really miss me? Being close together and talking?" He didn't answer, but
reached to pull her into his arms. She felt the answer. Even half drugged and
in pain, he'd wanted to hold her. Even half angry and unsure what to do next,
she wanted to be there in his embrace. Her doubts began to dissolve; the
feeling this next step had been inevitable solidified.
"I think we're
already friends. You lied before when you said we weren't. I need my friend
tonight, Rafe. You ."
He took a deep
breath. "Where'd you hide the sheepgut that gal from across the way gave
you?"
She hesitated,
realizing she'd completely forgotten about this bizarre part of the ritual.
"In my top drawer. But I don't…I mean…"
"What's the
matter? You change your mind? If you ain't ready…"
"No, it's
just…Wait—you surely must—Oh, how silly of me," she gushed in relief.
"Of course, you know what to do with it."
He snorted a soft
wheezing laugh and got up to rifle through her drawer. "Yep. I know what
to do with it. It's a man thing, won't bother you. I just can't find it. Ah,
here we go."
He was back in the
bed a moment later, lean hips pressed to her lower body boldly as he gathered
her against him and kissed her. It was incredible, this new sensation. Skin
rubbing against bare skin. Rafe's tongue stroking hers, his hands moving over
her, awakening her nerves, leaving her tingling and wanting more.
She gasped as his
lips left hers and moved down to tease one of her nipples. " Rafe ."
His answer came in
a reassuring whisper. "Any gal who ain't afraid of my gun pressed against
her shouldn't be afraid of my lips, either. I won't hurt you, darlin'. You'll
like it. Relax and give me a minute to show you."
His tongue swirled
over the bud. Sparkle clenched her thighs together and gripped his shoulders
with both hands, relaxing her taut fingers as his mouth melted any last
resistance. The feel of his lips on her breast was foreign, but exciting.
Pleasurable. He'd been right. She liked the feel of his tongue sliding so wet
and hot over her flesh.
She stretched her
arms out at her sides and inhaled, lifting her ribcage. "You're right.
This is… wonderful . Don't ever let me forget how this part feels."
"Darlin', all
the parts feel damn good. But don't worry," he chuckled, flicking his
tongue across a taut nipple. "I'm real fond of this myself. You'll have to
fight to keep me away from your little beauties."
She tried to sit
up. "Oh. They're small, though. The other girls are all so buxom. Mine are—"
"Perfect."
He drew first almost an entire globe, then just the stiffened crest between his
lips. He latched onto the nipple, tugging slightly as his tongue teased the
nub. Sparkle caught her bottom lip between her teeth. "Sensitive and
perfect," he murmured. "Don't hold your reactions in, Sparkle. Show
me. Tell me when you like somethin'. There's so much to like."
He kissed and
caressed every part of her. He was patient, teaching her delights she hadn't
guessed were possible. Then he rolled onto his side and turned her to face away
from him. "The way we were sleepin' last night, like two spoons. Lie just
like that. Be easier on you this way."
Sparkle remembered
too vividly the feel of his hardness against her bottom. It was there again,
but this time the tip of his arousal probed and separated her flesh. Now she
knew exactly what Rafe had secretly imagined as he lay beside her the
somethin'. It will to me."
Sparkle swallowed,
thrilled yet a little daunted by what he'd revealed. "It's my first time,
but I understand."
"Do you?"
A rough palm reached to caress her cheek. "Ain't never had a steady gal.
You're already the closest to that, with folks thinkin' we're married. Things
won't ever be the same afterward. Don't be tellin' yourself this will quench my
thirst, cause there's a good chance I'll only want you more."
"Is that
bad?"
"It might be.
Maybe you should think on it. You're a damned pretty gal. There's plenty of
men."
"Did you
really miss me? Being close together and talking?" He didn't answer, but
reached to pull her into his arms. She felt the answer. Even half drugged and
in pain, he'd wanted to hold her. Even half angry and unsure what to do next,
she wanted to be there in his embrace. Her doubts began to dissolve; the
feeling this next step had been inevitable solidified.
"I think we're
already friends. You lied before when you said we weren't. I need my friend
tonight, Rafe. You ."
He took a deep
breath. "Where'd you hide the sheepgut that gal from across the way gave
you?"
She hesitated,
realizing she'd completely forgotten about this bizarre part of the ritual.
"In my top drawer. But I don't…I mean…"
"What's the
matter? You change your mind? If you ain't ready…"
"No, it's
just…Wait—you surely must—Oh, how silly of me," she gushed in relief.
"Of course, you know what to do with it."
He snorted a soft
wheezing laugh and got up to rifle through her drawer. "Yep. I know what
to do with it. It's a man thing, won't bother you. I just can't find it. Ah,
here we go."
He was back in the
bed a moment later, lean hips pressed to her lower body boldly as he gathered
her against him and kissed her. It was incredible, this new sensation. Skin
rubbing against bare skin. Rafe's tongue stroking hers, his hands moving over
her, awakening her nerves, leaving her tingling and wanting more.
She gasped as his
lips left hers and moved down to tease one of her nipples. " Rafe ."
His answer came in
a reassuring whisper. "Any gal who ain't afraid of my gun pressed against
her shouldn't be afraid of my lips, either. I won't hurt you, darlin'. You'll
like it. Relax and give me a minute to show you."
His tongue swirled
over the bud. Sparkle clenched her thighs together and gripped his shoulders
with both hands, relaxing her taut fingers as his mouth melted any last
resistance. The feel of his lips on her breast was foreign, but exciting.
Pleasurable. He'd been right. She liked the feel of his tongue sliding so wet
and hot over her flesh.
She stretched her
arms out at her sides and inhaled, lifting her ribcage. "You're right.
This is… wonderful . Don't ever let me forget how this part feels."
"Darlin', all
the parts feel damn good. But don't worry," he chuckled, flicking his
tongue across a taut nipple. "I'm real fond of this myself. You'll have to
fight to keep me away from your little beauties."
She tried to sit
up. "Oh. They're small, though. The other girls are all so buxom. Mine are—"
"Perfect."
He drew first almost an entire globe, then just the stiffened crest between his
lips. He latched onto the nipple, tugging slightly as his tongue teased the
nub. Sparkle caught her bottom lip between her teeth. "Sensitive and
perfect," he murmured. "Don't hold your reactions in, Sparkle. Show
me. Tell me when you like somethin'. There's so much to like."
He kissed and
caressed every part of her. He was patient, teaching her delights she hadn't
guessed were possible. Then he rolled onto his side and turned her to face away
from him. "The way we were sleepin' last night, like two spoons. Lie just
like that. Be easier on you this way."
Sparkle remembered
too vividly the feel of his hardness against her bottom. It was there again,
but this time the tip of his arousal probed and separated her flesh. Now she
knew exactly what Rafe had secretly imagined as he lay beside her the
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