he said, his voice low and loaded with need.
She straddled him, and he held on to her hips while she slowly slid down his shaft, her pussy pulsing as he filled her. And then she stilled and felt her body grip him tight. She waited out those spasms that could send her over. She felt him throb, too, and she leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, and lifted, watching his chest rise and fall with the effort it took him not to let go.
“Do you feel that?” he asked, and she knew he meant the way their bodies were so in tune with each other, the way whenever she quivered, he pulsed.
“Yes. I think my pussy was made for your cock.”
He sucked in a breath and drove into her. “You feel right to me. Whenever I’m inside of you, it’s like I was made for you.”
The words he said were powerful, evoking emotions she wasn’t ready to face just yet. So instead, she focused on the physical, lying flat to grind against him, lifting and falling over and over until she burst into a million pleasure stars. She dug her nails into Rafe’s shoulders and cried out with her orgasm. He thrust deeply, then shuddered, taking her mouth in a blistering kiss that made them moan against each other’s lips as she rode out a massive wave that threatened to consume her.
She lay there on top of him, unable to move, barely able to catch her breath. Rafe smoothed his hands over her back, and she would have been content to stay like that all night.
“I made dinner reservations,” Rafe finally said.
“Uh-huh. Sure. I don’t think I can move.”
“Okay. I’m good like this.”
She smiled. He would be fine if they didn’t go out, because that was Rafe’s personality. He was easygoing and happy to do whatever she wanted to do. But he’d gone to all this trouble to bring her down here and show her a good time. So she intended to drag her ass out of bed. She slid off him and went into the bathroom. He followed behind her, and they cleaned up and got dressed.
Carmen was glad she packed a nice dress, because Rafe told her they were going dancing after they had dinner tonight.
“Where are we dancing?” she asked as she finished her makeup in the bathroom while he brushed his teeth.
He spit out toothpaste and rinsed his mouth. “It’s a surprise.”
“Fun.” She put on her short red dress that flared a couple of inches above the knee and gave her room to move around. Then she added gold heels.
Rafe had already gotten dressed and was waiting in the living area when she walked out. He was dressed in black slacks and a white button-down shirt. She realized she’d never seen him so dressed up. He looked damn fine.
When he saw her, his gaze roamed over her appreciatively.
“You look amazing,” he said. “That dress, Carmen. You are stunning.”
She couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you.”
He drove them to the Mandarin Oriental hotel and let the valet park the truck. They went inside the beautifully ornate hotel, then took the elevator to the restaurant, La Mar.
“I’ve heard of this place,” she said. “Impressive.”
He tucked her hand in the crook of his arm and smiled down at her.
The view of Biscayne Bay and the Miami skyline was stunning. Rafe gave his name, and they were seated right away at a gorgeous table overlooking the water. Fortunately, there was a nice cloud cover because the sun hadn’t set quite yet, but it was working its way down, and it was a spectacular array of orange and red.
Their server—Alejandro—handed them their menus. They both perused the wine list and settled on a bottle of Gewürztraminer.
Carmen looked out over the water, at the lights coming up over the city now that the sun had set.
“So this is how the rich people live.”
Rafe laughed. “I don’t think we’re rich just because we’re having dinner here.”
“I don’t know. I don’t generally come to Miami to have dinner at a fancy restaurant.”
“Think of it as a vacation.”
She shifted her gaze to his. “I don’t generally come to Miami to take a vacation, either. Or have dinner at a place like this.”
Their server brought the bottle, opened it and poured a small amount into Rafe’s glass. He lifted it and sipped, then nodded at the server, who filled their glasses.
Carmen took a sip. It was bright with just a hint of lingering sweetness. Perfect.
“What