He smiled. “You’re way past don’t, tiger.” Her guilty need was graphically evident in the insistent little pulse swelling her clit. “You like me, I can tell.” He carefully touched her slick, swollen nub, and the tiny rocket of sensation that kicked against his fingertip pleased him. “So don’t pretend. Come on, it’s not the end of the world”—he paused, gave her a tender smile. “Not even close. It’s only sex… a little wider now so we can get you cleaned up… there, perfect, good girl—don’t move.”
She shivered at the first touch of the wet washcloth, flushes of warmth ran through her, flowed into all her slippery, greedy places, making her squirm, and she rose into his hand with a low, muffled sound, forcing the pace.
“Hey, hey, not so fast.”
She made a face at him and he grinned. “It doesn’t have to be wild every time. Relax.” Then he delicately swabbed her clit, taking his time, thorough in his cleansing. “Everything good so far?” he murmured as she lay, fists clenched, dragging in shaky breaths, glaring at him. “Need a little more speed?”
But by the time he’d finished sponging, she was panting raggedly, frantically writhing her hips, so near orgasm he was tempted to humor her. If he didn’t prefer less argument with his sex, he would have. If he didn’t want to screw her obsessively, he could have overlooked a fight or two. But he didn’t care to deal with perpetual drama for the next month; she needed to recognize there was a down side to her confrontational style. This was lesson one. Tossing the washcloth on the floor, he bent down and dropped a kiss on her nose. “I’m going to climax first.”
Nicole’s eyes flared wide. “You’re kidding!” she gasped, her orgasm terrifyingly close, blissful relief beginning to swell inside her.
“I’m not,” he corrected. “I washed him for you. You’ll have to come closer.” He pointed to the edge of the bed where he was standing.
Overcome with fury, she hissed, “I’ll do—myself,” and quickly slid her hands down her stomach.
With frightening speed he pinioned her hands to the bed and leaned in close so his narrowed gaze was only inches away. “You can do yourself later.” His eyes burned into her. “Right now, I want your mouth on me. Understand?”
“Screw you!” She fought against his grip—big mistake: a frantic-for-sex female without clothes writhing in his grasp seriously affected the size of Rafe’s erection; it also triggered a stunning, fuck-me tremor that flashed through every functioning nerve in her body.
He was watching her with a ghost of a smile. “The sooner I come, the sooner you get off, tiger. It’s pretty simple.”
Never before faced with sexual extortion, she dragged air in through her nose and eyed him hotly. “I’m damned near there already. Do you really think you can stop me from climaxing?”
“Fuck yeah. For thirty days if necessary.” He shrugged and smiled. “We can fight it out if you like. Your decision, of course.”
“Why would you do that?” She wasn’t stupid enough to ask, Would you do that?
“Because, my little hothead,” he said very softly, his dark, silken hair brushing her face, his golden gaze so close she could feel the glow, “you can’t always have your way.”
His quiet certainty gave her pause; she had to swallow before she found enough breath to speak. “Does that mean you’re going to make all the rules?”
Recognizing her wavering tone, he slowly released her wrists and stood. “Not all of them—but more than you.” He sighed, as if he were helpless against irksome reality. “You’ve been running wild too long.”
Surprised at his choice of words—that it actually mattered to him—she let a small silence fall before she said, “Maybe I like it that way.”
He gave her a teasing smile. “You’ll like my way more.” Then he circled his erection with his fingers, slid his hand downward, and added inches to his dick, the flaring head swelling sizably in a flamboyant display of virility. “So stop resisting, pussycat. It’ll only get you in trouble.”
“With you.” Her mouth was in a tight line.
He lifted an eyebrow. “Yes. But trust me. I know what I’m doing.”
“Do you know how offensive that sounds?” she complained.
He shrugged. “Do you know how good I can make you feel?”
“Don’t be so sure.” But her voice was scarcely a whisper and her slight frown signaled doubt. She took a small, emphatic breath. “If you must know, I don’t like feeling defenseless… desperate.” She gestured at his showy dick. “For him, you. It’s unsettling. It alarms me.”