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She slid closer and he gathered her atop him. He was a hot beach that felt like pure decadence to lie upon. Shifting against him produced sensations that were as erotic as the caress of a tropical surf. The satin-covered muscles beneath her called to the most primitive woman in her, teasing her to braid her legs with his so the damp tip of his erection sat in the crease of her mound. Her loins throbbed with awareness as she lowered her head to kiss him.
She knew she wouldn’t hesitate again. This was too good. She rocked her mouth against his in deep, unhurried kisses.
She might have made a mistake, however, in allowing him to have both hands free. He took full advantage, skimming his fingertips over her back and buttocks, sensitizing her to his touch before he erased all those tickles with a firmer stroke that ironed her onto his front.
Then he became even more deliberate, palming her backside in a way designed to reignite her passion. When one hand cruised up her waist and sought her breast, she angled so he could cup the swell and toy with her nipple.
She moaned, subtly writhing with a need for more. More friction. More of those wicked caresses of his thumb against her nipple. More intimacy and intention and sinful attention where she longed to feel it most.
She brought her knees up so she straddled his thighs, rising to reach for the box of condoms. She offered one to him.
“Sure?”
She nodded.
He held her gaze as he took it, bit the corner, and ripped it open. As he rolled it on, old ghosts swirled through her psyche, but he moved his hand to the seam of her sex and all other thoughts disappeared. Her eyes fluttered closed and the only thing she was aware of was the way his thumb lightly traced a tantalizing line of sensations that made her feel like a flower blossoming open.
As need coiled through her, her hips rocked, seeking a deeper touch and the fulfillment she knew he could offer.
“Take me when you’re ready.” His smoky command was so husky and mesmerizing, she couldn’t do anything but obey.
He held himself for her and she guided herself onto his length, letting out a soft cry of ecstasy as she sank down, stretched and caressed and connected to him in a way that left her wordless. Dazzled.
She braced her hands on his chest and stared into his eyes. They’d been all pupils a moment ago and were now glittering slits behind the tangle of his thick lashes. He was inordinately handsome, with clean-shaven cheeks beneath high cheekbones, a hawkish nose, and a mouth that could spawn a thousand fantasies. His brows were heavy, his jaw strong, his rakish hair rumpled by her fingers.
She could look at this face for the rest of her life, she thought whimsically.
His hands were drawing absent patterns on her thighs, but climbed to her hips, skimmed along her waist, then cupped her breasts. He circled her nipples with the pads of his thumbs.
Her body reacted by shivering and tightening around him. She leaned into his touch, then bent the rest of the way down to seal her mouth to his.
That seemed to be his undoing. He rolled her beneath him and began to thrust, pausing when she gasped in awe at the joyous pleasure that crashed through her.
“Don’t stop!” she cried with anguish.
That was it. His body gathered and he became her whole world, seeming determined to create a memory she would never forget. Determined to claim her in every way—with his mouth, with his touch, with his sex. With the sound of his voice and the smell of his skin.
She couldn’t track all the sensations or all the ways she was losing herself to him in those heated moments. She only knew later that that’s what had happened to her. He destroyed her in the most sensual way possible. She welcomed it. By the end, when he dared to slow his strokes, holding her on the precipice of culmination, she was utterly at his mercy.
“Please,” she whispered.
His fingers tangled in her hair. He held her for a long, drugging kiss, holding them both in this magical place of pure sensation. She felt like a single, exposed nerve, the very air almost too much on her hot, damp skin.
He withdrew and returned with a powerful flex of his hips, propelling her into such a powerful orgasm, she screamed.
His hips crashed into hers again and again, increasing the power of her release. He was off the leash and it was glorious.
Ecstasy was her new home. It gripped her and imbued her and emanated from her as he lost his rhythm and melded their flesh. He shouted with triumph and the pulses within her echoed the slam of her heart.
CHAPTER TWO
AFTER HIS ORGASM turned him inside out, and Rafael was exhausted on the bed beside her, he had a disturbing moment of feeling vanquished. Beaten.
But when he turned his head on the pillow, she was looking at the ceiling with an expression that reflected what he was feeling. Awe?
She slid him a look from the corner of her eye and immediately rearranged her features into smug amusement.
“Well, that was something, wasn’t it?” She pulled the edge of the bedspread across her middle and curled toward him. “Thank you.”
