was terrified I’d never be freed of. The moment he crushed his mouth over mine, pulling me tightly against his chest, I lost all my resolve. I wanted this man.
I craved this man.
I needed this man.
For absolution? Maybe.
For the passion I’d never felt before him? Absolutely.
For the love I so desperately wanted to experience? That I couldn’t answer.
He slipped his tongue past my lips as he brushed his hand down my back, cupping my buttocks and lifting me onto my toes. The taste of him was bittersweet, the wine and a hint of scotch driving me to the point of madness. I slipped my arms around his neck, weaving my fingers into his thick curls. The heat of his body was explosive, his heart beating in the same rapid manner as mine.
I heard the slight growl slipping past the kiss as his tongue dominated mine. He was so powerful yet capable of such gentleness, only at this moment, he would take what he wanted.
Claiming me as his own.
Every part of my body was on fire, my skin tingling from his rough touch. I could no longer breathe or even think clearly and in truth, I didn’t have any desire to remember the world or my life. I simply wanted this afternoon of sheer pleasure.
He tugged at my shorts, easing his hand under the thick waistband until he was able to caress my bottom. My pussy ached, longing to have him inside of me as I ground my hips against his. His cock was swollen, throbbing as if in desperate need of relief. As our tongues entwined, I seemed to be floating on air, my heart racing as I tried to catch my breath.
The moment he broke the connection, he cupped my face, rubbing his thumb back and forth across my cheek as he stared into my eyes. “I want you,” he growled before nipping my bottom lip, sucking on the tender tissue as he forced my shorts down my hips.
The wafting breeze as gravity took them to the floor was invigorating, the electricity we shared like bottle rockets. I tugged at his shirt, jerking until he allowed me to yank it over his head. We were crazed with desire, unable to think clearly.
The look on his face was utterly carnal as he jerked at the thin shirt I’d found, almost ripping it in two before managing to tug it over my head. He was a wild man, refusing to take no for an answer.
Rafael slid his hand around the back of my neck, his fingers digging in as he forced me back into a deep arc. The moment I felt his tongue sliding down from my lips to my neck, I moaned, closing my eyes as the dazzling sensations swept through every cell and vein.
I gripped his arm, wrapping my leg around his as he sucked on my neck, his teeth grazing over my pulse of life. He held me in position as he brushed his lips over my shoulder, rolling ever so slowly over my arm to my chest. I took scattered breaths, goosebumps popping along every inch of skin as he took his time dragging his rough tongue down a few centimeters at a time.
Nothing seemed real as he swirled his tongue around my nipple. Every move was in slow motion, every swipe of his tongue driving me closer to a state of bliss. I held on as if for dear life as he savored me like sweet candy, growling like a wild beast as he moved from one breast to the other.
“Oh. Yes. I...” A nervous laugh pushed past my lips as I allowed my hand to fall to his belt, trying desperately to unbuckle the thick brass. He refused to let me go, still feasting on my tender flesh.
When he bit down on my hardened bud, I couldn’t stop the series of moans as my entire body began to shake. I was lost to him, to this man who was far too dangerous to love, yet I did.
I loved him.
And...
He loved me.
The realization was riveting, amazing and I knew I could be the death of him. His enemy would never stop until Rafael was gone. I wasn’t certain I had the strength to watch that happen.
Whatever I’d been in my life had just changed forever. I was no longer the schoolteacher or the gallery worker. I was a woman who would forever be haunted by a man with no soul.
Love. What a dangerous concept.
He eased me