confident way he spoke both excited her and made her wary. If she weren’t careful, she wouldn’t keep the sex and her emotions separate. She needed to focus on the physical, not the sentimental feelings that cuddling with a man would bring. At least not their first night together. With the way he treated her and thought about her kids, it wouldn’t take long to fall for him. Tonight, though? She had to focus on the moment, not get lost in dreams of tomorrow.
“We came here for sex. I never said I would sleep in your arms. That’s an intimacy I’m not sure I want to share.”
“Really?” He raised a brow. “Where will you sleep? Our room only has a king-sized bed. Did you think I’d sleep on the floor?”
She tugged the front of his shirt free and slid her hand under it, needing to touch him.
“Maybe I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“Only if you use my body as your pillow.”
She inched her fingers over the ridges of his stomach. “I don’t know how comfortable that would be.”
Rafe punched a button on the wall for their floor and faced her. Half-lidded eyes met hers. “I think you’ll find my body…satisfactory.”
She didn’t know what to say to that but didn’t have time to come up with anything. The elevator opened, and he hurried her down the hall. He swiped the card, flung the door open and tugged her inside. The door slammed closed behind them.
The lock clicked. Rafe walked across the room without turning on the lamp. He drew the curtains, plunging the room into darkness. She scrambled for the light switch, hating the darkness, but Rafe’s hand covered hers. He guided her farther into the room.
The red numbers of the alarm clock cast a faint glow over the bed. Rafe swept his arm out and knocked it off the side. She tensed, but his warm breath and the scent of man drifted to her. His presence chased away the unease the pitch black brought. She felt safe in his arms, but when he moved away, she reached out. Nothingness met her.
“Rafe?”
She bumped into the bed and nearly tripped, but a muscled arm wrapped around her waist. He yanked her against his chest. The hard line of his arousal pressed into her bottom. He rocked into her, and her breath rushed out.
Hard. Huge. Primal.
She skimmed her hand over his denim-covered thigh. Primitive emotions surged within her. She wanted him to dominate her. Command her. Take her to heights she’d never known. He would. She knew it in her soul.
Her breasts tingled, and her clit pulsed, eager for the counter pressure of Rafe’s thumb or his tongue. She lifted his hands to the erect buds. “Touch me.”
A growl rumbled his chest. The sound whipped through her, leaving her weakened. She rested her head against his chest, letting him support her.
He cupped the weight of her breast, massaging the achy flesh while he kissed his way down the column of her throat. At the dip where shoulder met neck, he nibbled. Each nip sent a jolt of desire down her spine. The tiny pinch of pain appealed to her. As if he sensed it, he latched his mouth over the spot and bit until the pleasure bordered on pain before easing back.
“I want you naked. Open for my pleasure.”
He didn’t give her the chance to comply. He grabbed the hem of her top and tugged it over her head. The bra came off next.
Cool air hit the sensitive tips of her breasts. She shivered, but he covered them in the next breath. The warmth of his touch seeped into her. He slowly massaged her breasts, and the gentle kneading left her squirming in his arms. Perfect. She focused on the sensations and ignored the way his tender attentions made her heart flip over.
He flicked her nipples. Sparks ignited. He did it again. A pulse of pure pleasure skipped across her skin.
She waited, eager and hungry, for what he would do next. With his fingertip, he circled the areola. She moaned. He stilled with his fingers clamped around the hard bud. Anticipation built. She pressed her lips together. Would he tug her
“We came here for sex. I never said I would sleep in your arms. That’s an intimacy I’m not sure I want to share.”
“Really?” He raised a brow. “Where will you sleep? Our room only has a king-sized bed. Did you think I’d sleep on the floor?”
She tugged the front of his shirt free and slid her hand under it, needing to touch him.
“Maybe I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“Only if you use my body as your pillow.”
She inched her fingers over the ridges of his stomach. “I don’t know how comfortable that would be.”
Rafe punched a button on the wall for their floor and faced her. Half-lidded eyes met hers. “I think you’ll find my body…satisfactory.”
She didn’t know what to say to that but didn’t have time to come up with anything. The elevator opened, and he hurried her down the hall. He swiped the card, flung the door open and tugged her inside. The door slammed closed behind them.
The lock clicked. Rafe walked across the room without turning on the lamp. He drew the curtains, plunging the room into darkness. She scrambled for the light switch, hating the darkness, but Rafe’s hand covered hers. He guided her farther into the room.
The red numbers of the alarm clock cast a faint glow over the bed. Rafe swept his arm out and knocked it off the side. She tensed, but his warm breath and the scent of man drifted to her. His presence chased away the unease the pitch black brought. She felt safe in his arms, but when he moved away, she reached out. Nothingness met her.
“Rafe?”
She bumped into the bed and nearly tripped, but a muscled arm wrapped around her waist. He yanked her against his chest. The hard line of his arousal pressed into her bottom. He rocked into her, and her breath rushed out.
Hard. Huge. Primal.
She skimmed her hand over his denim-covered thigh. Primitive emotions surged within her. She wanted him to dominate her. Command her. Take her to heights she’d never known. He would. She knew it in her soul.
Her breasts tingled, and her clit pulsed, eager for the counter pressure of Rafe’s thumb or his tongue. She lifted his hands to the erect buds. “Touch me.”
A growl rumbled his chest. The sound whipped through her, leaving her weakened. She rested her head against his chest, letting him support her.
He cupped the weight of her breast, massaging the achy flesh while he kissed his way down the column of her throat. At the dip where shoulder met neck, he nibbled. Each nip sent a jolt of desire down her spine. The tiny pinch of pain appealed to her. As if he sensed it, he latched his mouth over the spot and bit until the pleasure bordered on pain before easing back.
“I want you naked. Open for my pleasure.”
He didn’t give her the chance to comply. He grabbed the hem of her top and tugged it over her head. The bra came off next.
Cool air hit the sensitive tips of her breasts. She shivered, but he covered them in the next breath. The warmth of his touch seeped into her. He slowly massaged her breasts, and the gentle kneading left her squirming in his arms. Perfect. She focused on the sensations and ignored the way his tender attentions made her heart flip over.
He flicked her nipples. Sparks ignited. He did it again. A pulse of pure pleasure skipped across her skin.
She waited, eager and hungry, for what he would do next. With his fingertip, he circled the areola. She moaned. He stilled with his fingers clamped around the hard bud. Anticipation built. She pressed her lips together. Would he tug her
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