Having this kind of power over her was so good, it was a little scary. He didn’t have an addictive personality, but Mia could be his one exception.
“Rafe,” she breathed against his lips. “Please.”
Lust spurted through him in a hot gush. He growled and pulled back to focus on her face. He added a little pressure, a little speed. A pained look of extreme pleasure flooded her face. “Ah God…”
“I’m going to watch you come.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
“God, you’re beautiful.”
“Rafe,” she choked. “God…yes, ah, ye—”
Her orgasm broke the way they always did, like a firecracker. With a hard crack through the body, a scream, then gone, leaving Mia dazed, limp, and glowing.
The sweetest emotion crowded Rafe’s chest. He had an overwhelming urge to wrap her in his arms and just hold her. But she wasn’t a child. This wasn’t her first orgasm—even if it was her first with him. And tonight was just one night.
So he pressed his face to her neck and whispered, “So beautiful.”
He released her wrists and smiled against her skin when she just left her arms there, stretched above her head.
Wrapping an arm at her waist, Rafe slid her farther up on the bed, then started his exploration of her body while she recovered. He unfastened her bra and eased it off her arms. Her breasts were little more than handfuls of perky, supple flesh he’d spent more time dreaming about than he should have. And now they filled his hands, softer, bouncier than he’d imagined. Her nipples were deep pink and hardened instantly at his touch.
“I never believed I’d ever get to touch you,” he said before opening his mouth over one breast.
“Mmm.” She hummed with pleasure as all ten of her fingers combed through his hair. Her nails scraped his scalp, and tingles spread down his neck. She fisted his collar and tugged. “Let me get you naked.”
Oh no. If he were naked, he’d be inside her. And it was way too soon for that. He stroked his tongue over her nipple again and again until she arched beneath him. Then he moved his mouth to the other breast, licked, scraped, and sucked.
“Rafe,” she complained, pulling at his shirt again. “Come here.”
Obviously, she was ready for more distraction.
He moved lower, kissing her ribs, her belly, her navel. He still couldn’t believe this was Mia. That his hands and mouth were on Mia. He hooked his fingers into her panties at the hips and dragged them down her thighs, standing to pull them all the way off.
Then he stared down at Mia Leighton lying in the middle of a king-size bed of gold, her hair a tousled mess, in nothing but black garter, stockings, and heels, waiting for Rafe.
“You are a serious fantasy come true.” His voice was dark and rough. He met her eyes, which were a little shy now, her knees bent and turned to the side. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you again, Mia.”
He reached for her knees, slid his hands behind them, and pulled her to the edge of the bed.
She squeaked in surprise, then laughed a little and covered his hands with hers. Rafe took a long, slow, sweeping look at the curves of her body, at the small strip of hair over her pussy, and met her eyes again.
“Tell me, Mia,” he repeated, “how do you want it?”
He pulled her thighs wide and dropped to one knee. And with his gaze at eye level with her pussy, he slid one finger into her heat, slow and deep. Mia sucked a breath, and her belly hollowed out.
“Fuck me like you want it.” Her words drew his gaze up, and he found her watching him, lust etching her expression. “like you need it.”
He stroked her walls, searching for ridges. “You are going to feel so damned good around me.” Pulling out, he added a second finger and pushed deep until Mia’s eyes closed and she arched with a moan. “You’re going to be a tight, tight fit. I’m going to stretch you all around me.”
“Yes. Now.”
“Mmm, no.” He slid his wet fingers over her pussy, parting her folds and exposing that juicy clit again. “We’re still in Savage foreplay.”
Rafe lowered his mouth to her pussy with so much anticipation, his chest felt like it would crack. And when she was in his mouth, flooding every taste bud, he was sure he could have climaxed with little more than a brush of his cock. She was so soft. So warm. So delicious. And the way she rocked against his mouth and pulled at his hair made him want to tongue fuck her all night.
“Oh my God.” She rolled into a half crunch and held his head with both hands. He hummed and turned his head side to side, licking and sucking. Her mouth dropped open, eyes rolled back, fingers curled into fists. “Oh my God.”