Rafe chuckled. Then he kissed his way down to my hip bone, tugging down the waistband of my pants just an inch or two. Kissing and nibbling, he crossed my lower belly, his beautiful mouth stopping to worship me just a few inches north of the fun zone.
He hovered there, kissing and teasing while I squirmed, wondering what would happen next. I wanted his mouth on my body. But for the first time in my life, I was nervous, afraid to ask for what I wanted. A long bout of celibacy meant I hadn’t even shaved lately. I was probably rocking a bush worthy of Chewbacca. Maybe Rafe wouldn’t find me attractive…
I didn’t get to finish that dismal thought because my PJ pants were yanked away. I heard a grunt of satisfaction at the discovery that I wasn’t wearing underwear, either. And before I even knew what had happened, a gentle, soft kiss parted my legs. “Oh, belleza,” he sighed, dragging a thumb through my wetness. “Tan hermosa.” He tongued me then, and I almost died of happiness. “Tan sabrosa.”
It was certainly not the first time I’d ever had an enthusiastic mouth between my legs. But those sexy words and soft kisses and ohhhh.
I had never felt so beautiful. Rafe had seen every ugly detail of my life this year, and a few from past years, too. Yet here he was, worshipping me like none of that mattered.
Gripping the quilt, I raised myself up on my elbows to watch. And what a view to behold. Smooth, muscular arms braced my pale skin. Rafe’s face was flushed, and there was a naughty gleam in his half-closed eyes.
I canted my hips toward his mouth, and Rafe growled. He was nibbling and sucking gently, and I was crazy for it. “Damn,” I whispered. Every wet slide of his mouth brought me close to the edge. I’d been starving for this. For him. I wanted everything. All of it. Right now. “Rafe?” I panted.
“Can’t hear you,” he said between licks.
“Want you.”
“You got me.” Strong arms braced my thighs in place, and he lowered his mouth onto my body again.
My entire fun zone quivered with joy. “Ohh,” I gasped.
“Mmm,” he encouraged. “Dámelo.”
Give it to me, he’d said. So I flopped back onto the bed and let myself sink into all that sensation while Rafe worshipped me. It had been a long time since I’d truly let go with someone. But tonight it was as easy as rolling off a log. I reached down to ruffle my fingers through Rafe’s hair, and he gave a quiet moan. That was all it took. I lifted my hips off the bed and gasped as waves of sweet release began to roll through me.
In the background I heard some very sexy Spanish curses, followed by the sound of music starting up in Lianne’s room. When I floated back down to earth, Rafe was still nuzzling my thighs, planting soft kisses everywhere he could reach.
“Whew,” I said, flopping an arm over my head. “Why are you wearing so many clothes?”
He looked up at me and grinned. Then he swung off the bed and lifted his T-shirt over his head.
His rippling abs made my mouth water. “Keep going,” I demanded after he’d tossed the T-shirt aside.
He unzipped his jeans, dropping them to the floor. Then he toed off his socks. I could see the shape of a very impressive erection practically bursting out of his black briefs. But to my dismay, he left those on.
When he perched on the edge of the bed, I sat up to meet him. “Rafe?”
“Mmm?” he asked, leaning in to kiss me.
I could taste myself on him, and just the memory gave me a new jolt of longing. “When I attacked you on your sofa, I got in trouble for complimenting your dick.”
He laughed against my lips. “Let’s forget about that day.”
“Fine but…” I kissed him again. “Is it okay to admit that I’m really looking forward to playing with it?”
Rafe put a big hand on the back of my neck and drew me close. “Everything is different now.” His voice rumbled into my ear. “Take what’s yours, belleza.”
Oh, hell yes. I dropped my hand into his lap and caressed his hard cock through the cotton.
His abs clenched, and he let out a hiss.
I slid to my knees on the floor, palming him. Then I began kissing those gorgeous abs, moving closer and closer to the waistband of his briefs. Above me, Rafe braced himself on taut arms, his breath hitching as I moved ever closer to the target.
“Jesucristo,” he muttered. When I ducked my head to trace the hard length of him with my lips, he moaned my name.
Payback was sweet.
I tugged his waistband down to reveal the object of my affection. God. He was just as gorgeous as I remembered — thick and long, with a bead of precum right on the head. I leaned down to lick it off, and he gasped when I made contact. I could barely wrap my hand around his incredibly hard dick.