“Shit.” The word barely emerged audible. Her eyes darted to the numbers on the elevator.
“If you’re not wet yet, you’re going to be when I tell you what’s in my pocket.”
Her gaze lowered to his, her lids heavy. “What?”
He pressed his lips to her cheek. Her temple. Then whispered, “A tie. A crimson silk tie. If you tell me what you want to do to me with that smart, ripe, beautiful mouth of yours, I’ll let you have it.”
The sound that slipped from her throat almost sent Rafe over the edge. A tight, delicious whimper of desire.
“If I put my hand under your dress and touched your pussy, would you drip on my fingers like icing?”
“You are…” She panted in quick, shallow breaths. “So bad…”
The elevator stopped, and Rafe pivoted away. It would be just his luck for Tate to have come back to the hotel, check in on Mia, and be standing at the elevator doors when Rafe had his hand under her dress.
But the doors opened to an empty hallway. He put his foot in the door’s path, leaned forward, and glanced into the hall, looking both ways.
“Get your key out,” he told her.
“What?” she asked.
He glanced back. “Your key. Get it out so we can go right into your room.”
When she pulled it from her purse, he snapped it up, kissed her hard, and let her go with a little momentum toward her door across the hall.
He pushed the door to her room open and didn’t wait for it to close before gathering her close and kissing her again. She responded like she’d been waiting all night for this moment. Her passion acted like a catalyst for an explosion between them. He groaned into her mouth, pushed her against the wall, and kissed her the way he needed her—like he was drowning, and she was his air. He poured all his confusion, frustration, need, desire, want, and love for her into the kiss.
Mia pushed at his jacket until it fell off his shoulders, and he released her waist to let it slide off his arms. He wanted to slow down. Wanted to savor her. But that would have to come later, because this need was white-hot and wild. While she worked at his buttons, he worked on his belt. And by the time she spread his shirt, Rafe bent to slide his hands under her skirt and pull at her panties.
They were both breathing fast and hard when he lifted her and pinned her against the wall with his body. When she slid a hand between them to grasp his cock and position it right where it belonged. Rafe managed to pause a moment there. He moved hair off her face, then tightened his fingers in the strands.
“I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you, Mia,” he confessed, his voice ragged. He dropped his forehead to hers. “This is…”
He didn’t have words to describe the depth of need and emotion inside him and just shook his head.
Her nails bit into his shoulders where she’d peeled his shirt back. “Shut up and fuck me, Rafe.”
A growl rolled through his throat, and his hips lunged forward, penetrating her in one long stroke. Her cry mingled with his. His brain went white with pleasure. And need took over. The need to drive and drive and drive the intense pleasure between them.
With Mia’s legs tight at his hips, her nails digging into his skin, Rafe slammed her against the wall with each thrust. Her cries for more, harder, deeper drove him until she broke, arching against the wall, head dropped back, mouth open.
The feel of her coming, squeezing his cock, her juice raining over him, pushed him to the edge of sanity. Pushed him to demand more. He fucked her until her hands slipped on his sweaty skin. He fucked her with the frenzy of a man who’d found the Holy Grail. With the desperation of a man who knew the prize would be taken from him at any moment. He fucked her until she begged for mercy. And when he came, Rafe’s world spiraled.
While they caught their breath, Rafe grappled with the realization that there was no way in hell he could let her go—Tate or no Tate. Joe or no Joe. Riders or no Riders. He needed Mia with him more than all three of those combined.
15
Rafe felt like he was glowing when he hurried up the steps to the arena the next afternoon, glancing at his watch as he pushed through the locker room doors with two minutes to spare. He could have a goddamned light stick up his ass, he felt so amazing.
But as he walked the familiar cement hallway in the bowels of the stadium, with the familiar sounds of his team working out and talking echoing off the walls, Rafe was high on his fantastic day with Mia. A day that had given them time to bond. Just the two of them, relating as more than friends. And more than friends with benefits. Today, they’d bonded in a whole different way, in a whole different setting, with a whole different future on the horizon. Now, he just had to figure out how to get two other key individuals to see the same future.