A Beautiful Distraction(29)

Strong fingers latched onto her hips, digging into her flesh while he thrust his cock against her. “I’m walking that line right now, gorgeous. Don’t tease me.”

She didn’t know whether to laugh at the pained struggle in his voice or shiver at the threat.

His hips thrust again, his thick erection coaxing a silent moan from her throat as it ran deliciously along her sensitive clit. “I didn’t plan on teasing you, but if it evokes this kind of response from—”

Her words caught as he jerked beneath her, pinning her hips in place as he skillfully abraded her through her panties while dark eyes homed in on hers. “And if this,” he said, rubbing against her once more, causing her to latch onto his biceps for support, “evokes this kind of response from you, just think what I’ll do to you while I’m fucking you.”

He shifted beneath her, the tight space of her coupe not particularly conducive to passenger-seat foreplay. Reaching down, he fumbled in the pocket of his jeans, which were bunched around his knees, and pulled a condom from his wallet.

His hand curled around the side of her neck, his thumb brushing over her lips. There was a gentleness in his touch that formed a small butterfly in the pit of her stomach. Rafe was apparently gifted in awakening cravings her body had never felt before. And butterflies from a tender touch was definitely one of them.

“You want this?” he asked, his gentle tone taking her by surprise as he continued stroking her lips.

She kissed the cushion of his thumb. “Do I look like a woman who does something she doesn’t want? Yes, I want this.” She leaned back into him, her mouth grazing his jaw before she tugged on his lip with her teeth.

“Mmm.” He groaned. She heard the foil packet tear and felt his hands slide between their bodies, then working their way around her to her butt, lifting her slightly. Sucking in a sharp breath, she was pleasantly exultant at the way her body melted into him as she felt the rough pads of his fingers slip beneath the edge of her lace thong, caressing her silken, needy opening. She wasn’t typically this responsive. But she wasn’t just physically aroused. Nerves and thrill and confusion clustered in her chest and stomach. That one tiny butterfly she’d felt moments earlier suddenly transformed into an entire swarm of warm, fluttery, covetous butterflies, greedy with the longing his touch exemplified.

“So wet,” he praised as he moved the lace to the side and dipped his long finger into her.

Her head automatically fell back. The feel of his careful touch deep inside her hit nerves that undulated a pleasure she had yet to experience from a man. She enjoyed sex very much, but she’d never been brought to that place of euphoria; she’d never shattered around a man before. The only full release of pleasure she experienced was when she occasionally gave it to herself. But this—the way Rafe’s imperfect lips danced over her heated flesh, the way his cock brushed against her swollen clit, the way his fingers leisurely massaged that aching spot that caused her to clench tightly around him—was sublime.

She shuddered when he withdrew from her, but within the next few breaths, she lowered onto him. She sighed in relief as her body took all of him, her insides expanding around him as he filled her.

The narrow space of the seat drew her legs in close to him, forcing her body to tighten as the insides of her thighs molded against his hips.

Resting her palms on his chest for support, she rolled against him. “Ohhh,” she cried, dropping her head between her shoulders.

“No, no, gorgeous. I want to see your eyes. I want to watch you while you come.”

His voice alone tipped her closer. The honesty he admitted in his words felt like it was wringing her body, coercing her to comply. She lifted her head and her eyes immediately focused in on his shadowy stare.

His hand firmly grasped her hip, the other securing against the small of her back as she moved of her own motivation above him. “That’s it,” he encouraged, the corner of his mouth lifting into a perplexed grin. “Fuck me. Let me watch your beautiful body come undone.”

A quickening began to frenzy inside her, spiraling wildly, threatening to combust. Her head fell to his shoulder and she latched on with her teeth, moaning into him as their bodies connected hungrily, chasing release.

It was so good, she wasn’t ready, not yet. She wanted to drag it out, savor the maddening sensations he was giving her.

“Look at me,” he demanded, the raw power in his voice forcing her from his shoulder and back to his eyes.

He slipped his fingers back into her hair. “You’re holding back.”

“I’m not—”