“Tempting, I guess. I’ve never asked. So?”
He lowered his head, his voice. “Your G-spot’s on my list, pussycat. Now shut the fuck up and let us do our job.”
She opened her mouth.
One dark eyebrow lifted. “I said I’d take care of it.”
She shut her mouth.
He knew better than to smile, although her first small capitulation made him want to at least say Thanks. Instead, he showed his appreciation by demonstrating the sexual artistry he’d mastered since his disreputable youth. In the interests of mutual consummation though, he progressed with extreme caution, waiting between each progressive advance for Nicole’s body to open, part, slowly yield to his invasion. Watching her from under his lashes and monitoring the flush rising on her throat, the rhythm of her breathing, the increasing pressure of her fingers on his neck.
Until, finally, his dick filled her completely.
She whimpered.
He dragged in a shuddering breath.
Paradise found.
Splaying his fingers wider, he held himself motionless inside her for a moment, supporting her weight, his hands cupping her bottom, her thighs resting on his forearms, pleasure washing over him in fierce, hot waves.
Every nerve and heated bit of flesh, every functioning brain cell, was stimulated, then overstimulated, her arousal at fever pitch, prodigal surfeit surging through her body so wildly she began to shake.
Quickly adjusting the angle of penetration, Rafe brushed her cheek with a kiss. “Better?”
Eyes shut, her fingers tangled in his dark hair, she nodded.
“Ready to go over the edge?” His voice was a low rasp.
She twisted her fingers more tightly in his hair.
A slightly painful, but recognizable answer. He zeroed his dick in on her sensitive little G-spot nerves, focusing on a gentle, consistent pressure, on the smooth, silken friction, withdrawing marginally against her frantic resistance, slowly plunging back in to her grateful sighs. Until soon, she was shuddering on the frenzied brink, and he was contemplating clear sailing to the orgasmic shore when he was brought up short by a brutal jerk on his hair.
“Now, now, now!” she cried.
Christ, he’d probably lost some hair. But that wasn’t all he’d lost. He’d been on his best behavior for too long or maybe he didn’t know what good behavior was. Or maybe she’d simply given him one too many orders. “You want something?” he said sharply. “Open your eyes. Tell me and I’ll think about it.”
Suddenly he was looking into an angry blue gaze. “Don’t fucking scream,” he growled. “Ask me nicely.”
She glared at him and shoved at his shoulders. “Why don’t I find someone who doesn’t make me work for a fuck?”
“That wasn’t nice.” Spinning around, her weight incidental to a man his size, he strode toward the stairs.
“Ask me if I care,” she muttered, fighting to break his grip. “There’re plenty of parties in town besides yours and I’ve met a lot of—Oh shit.” Her struggles had only deepened his penetration, ignited potent little shimmers of arousal, provoked an unwelcome deluge of slick need.
He smiled. “My party looking more interesting?”
She stared at him sullenly. “Screw you.”
“You’ll be screwing me all right,” he drawled, not even breathing hard as he took the stairs in a run. “You’ve been in the driver’s seat too long, tiger. Time for a change.”
“I thought everything wasn’t a personal challenge,” she snapped.
“You haven’t learned when to stop pushing. I’ll teach you.”
“Like hell you will.”
Rafe laughed, his extraordinary eyes fixed on her. “Let me explain a few things to you,” he said gently. “You know—clear the static.” Ignoring her eye roll, he continued in the same extrasoft tone that those who knew him well recognized as dangerous. “First, I outweigh you by at least a hundred pounds. A Neanderthal standard, I know, but reality. Second, I’m guessing I can change your mind.” He smiled faintly. “What with your interest in my dick and a talent I’ve acquired over the years that recognizes when no means yes. And, finally, you won’t find anyone else handy tonight, so I suggest you humor me if you want sex.”
“Maybe I don’t want sex.” Even to her ears, her response lacked the slightest evidence of sincerity. But then his enormous erection was rocking against her highly stimulated nerve endings with each racing step and it took real effort not to openly pant.
“Sure you do,” he said, walking swiftly down the hall. “Do you think I can’t feel how wet you are?”