Only eight? Only eight hours to do everything he’d always wanted to do with her? Suddenly, it wasn’t near enough. But when she reached for the buttons of his shirt, Rafe grabbed her wrists. Her eyes darted up to his.
“I’m not a suit, Mia,” he said in warning. “I wear one to and from the games, but you know me. And you know I’m nothing like the men you date in New York.”
“I thought I knew you. This last year has proven me wrong.”
That was the second time she’d stung him in the last half hour. Deserved, but… “Then why do you want me?”
“Why does it matter? Do you give all your one-night-stands the third degree over their motives?”
“It matters because you’re not all women.”
It also mattered because this wouldn’t be like any run-of-the-mill one-night-stand.
He walked her backward, holding her wrists. He pushed her to a seat on the edge of the bed, set his stance wide, straddled her knees, and pressed her hands to her thighs.
She tilted her face up to his.
“And because,” he said, looking down at her, “you’re probably used to certain behavior in the bedroom. Things that I don’t do. Or that I do differently. Things you may not like.”
“Like what?” she asked in a husky almost-whisper, her eyes sparkling with lust.
Rafe felt the snap of his restraint as a rush of adrenaline spurted through his body. “I’ll have to show you.”
He pressed one knee to the bed and pulled her arms over her head as he laid her back on the gold embroidered coverlet. Transferring both her hands into one of his, he traced his fingers slowly down the side of her face and across her lips. He pulled her mouth open and leaned down to kiss her. When he barely touched his lips to hers, she arched and pulled against his hand, mouth open and reaching for his.
Damn, that was a rush.
He rewarded her with a long, deep, slow kiss, stroking and swirling his tongue against hers until she moaned into his mouth. Until her fingers curled around his hand.
Rafe was dizzy when he pulled back and let his free hand slide over the swell of her breast, her ribs, her flat belly, her thigh.
“You’re even more gorgeous than I imagined.” He cupped the knee closest to him, and as he pulled her leg wide, he draped his over it as an anchor.
Then he moved his open hand up her inner thigh. Smooth. Warm. Supple. Her warmth and arousal floated on the air and added another burst of flame to his blood. He would taste every inch of her body over the next eight hours. But by the way she panted and squirmed, Rafe had to take care of first things first.
He slipped his fingers under the edge of her panties and moved them to the side. Her pussy was pink and glistening with wetness. Rafe groaned and stroked one finger through the soft folds.
Mia gasped. Her fingers tightened on his hand. “Rafe…” She breathed his name, filled with urgency and need, just like she did in his fantasies. “Let me undress you. Let me touch you.”
He stroked two fingers back the other direction. Mia’s body tightened, and her head fell back on a moan.
“Normally, I don’t do foreplay. But for you…”
He spread her wetness through her folds, gently searching for the bud of her clit. His finger slipped over the tiny bubble at the same instant Mia sucked a sharp breath.
He smiled, propped himself up on his elbow, and leveled his eyes with hers. A little confusion floated. Then he positioned his thumb and used her slickness to rub the slightest, gentlest circles directly on the raw tip of her clit.
“Ah…” Her mouth dropped open. Surprise flared in her eyes. But after a few more strokes, her expression relaxed into bliss. Her eyes rolled back, and her spine arched on a moan. “God…”
“For you,” he said, watching pleasure flash over her face, “foreplay will include a number of quick, intense orgasms before the real fun begins.”
She made a sound deep in her throat. Her hands clenched and released around Rafe’s where they were still trapped. And her body writhed against the bed. This was so much better than any fantasy he’d ever created in his own mind. Hearing Mia’s pleasure, smelling her skin, feeling her warmth, her body… This was absolute ecstasy.
“Rafe,” she choked out. “God.”
That was the only downside to these orgasms—they came fast and sharp. Of course, that wasn’t a downside when you needed to get a woman off so you could get rid of her, but in this case…
He lightened his touch even more and lowered his head to press his lips against hers. Her lids closed, and her lips pursed against his. But only for a moment before the pleasure became too intense. Her breaths came fast and hot. Her eyes hazed with ecstasy.