Power and Possession(72)
He set his phone on the bedside table. “Sorry.” He smiled. “Where were we?”
“I was trying to decide what to lick first.”
He laughed. “Christ, there must a heaven after all.” His shorts were on the floor a second later and a second after that he was sprawled on his back beside her. “Do your best, your worst, whatever turns you on.” He flicked his glance downward, his erection rock hard. “We’re already on our way, so it’s not gonna take much.”
She grinned. “It must be karma. I’m superwired. So let me see this awesome artwork.” She’d just taken his dick in her hands and was lowering her head when her phone rang.
“What the fuck! Sorry.” He sucked in a breath and smiled as pleasantly as he could under the circumstances. “You probably have to take that.”
Nicole hesitated a millisecond more but that ring tone was her mother. She groaned. “It’s my mother this time.” She flexed her fingers around his dick in unconscious demur. “Do I have to be a grown-up?”
Squelching a throaty growl, Rafe steeled himself against the intensity of his desire, twisted his arm upward to reach for her phone next to his, and handed it over. “Be nice. You don’t want problems.” Then he shoved himself up into a seated position against the headboard.
“Hi, Mom. How’s everyone?” Nicole grimaced. “Sorry, Fiona and I were at a party last night. Some people her cousin knows. On a yacht, so the reception was probably no good or I would have picked up your call. I’ll try, yeah, I know, I’ll really try, okay? Word of God. What’s everyone been doing?” For the next ten minutes, she answered politely at first, later in monosyllables, hoping to shorten the conversation—to no avail, her mother didn’t notice. “Okay, great!” she finally said, way too cheerfully. “I mean, that’s too bad, but call me anytime. Of course I mean it. Anytime, Mom. Absolutely. Bye.” Pressing End, she dropped her head and groaned. “Now I have to answer when she calls. My dad just walked in so she had to go, but I heard him in the background yelling, Answer your mother’s calls!” Nicole frowned. “You don’t fuck with my dad. If I worry my mom, next thing I know, he’ll be hauling my ass back to San Francisco.”
Rafe sighed. “How old are we?”
“Not old enough, apparently,” Nicole grumbled.
He grinned. “I was an only child for years, so I have an excuse. What’s yours?”
“I have a helicopter mom. I love her to death, but…”
He held out his hand. “Phone.” Taking it from her, he set it down, then leaned forward, picked her up, and placed her on his lap. Dipping his head, he brushed her cheek with a kiss. “Should we try this again? We’ve dealt with the two people we have to talk to.” His smile warmed his eyes. “Clear sailing now, tiger.”
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she lifted her mouth to his. “Kiss me. I’m feeling deprived.”
“Then I’d better take care of that.”
His kiss was gentle at first, just the slightest pressure, but when she tugged on his hair, he got the message, forced her mouth open, slid his tongue over hers and offered her a hard, wet, toe-curling kiss that brought her to a groaning, hot and heavy breathless need with such ease she might have taken issue if she hadn’t been in such desperate straits. “Now, now, now,” she panted. “I’ll lick you later, okay?”
He understood that it wasn’t really a question. “Gotcha.” And he’d just eased her up enough to guide his erection into her slick, hot folds when his phone started screaming in a ringtone that would wake the dead. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he hissed, hesitating for a heartbeat before he lowered her to the bed. “I’m so fucking sorry,” he whispered. “But that’s big-time trouble.”
Rolling over, he grabbed the phone, shut down the insane din, and said, clipped and curt, “I’ll be right there.” Turning back to Nicole, he sighed. “I feel like we’re in the middle of some screwball comedy, only it’s not fucking funny. Look, why don’t I get you off before I go. Fingers. Mouth. Dick. You decide and I apologize up front, but I gotta make it quick. The bad guys are closing in, Ganz is cranked up to the max, and I have to be there in case one of those which-way-do-we-go decisions is needed.”
Hearing the crackling tension in his voice and taking note of the small worry line between his eyes, she put a smile on her face. “Go. That’s a thousand times more important. I’ll catch you later.”