The Purest of Diamonds(24)

                ‘Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?’ he said as she whimpered, wanting more when his stubble raked her skin.

                She pulled her head back to look at him. ‘Do you have any idea how cheesy that sounds?’

                He laughed. ‘And you’re the quiet sister?’

                ‘Before you came along—’

                He didn’t let her finish and as his hands mapped the lush curve of her breasts and the smooth line of her thighs she writhed impatiently beneath him. ‘Did you wear this underwear with the sole intention of driving me crazy?’

                As Raffa was teasing her nipples through the fine fabric of her bra it took her a moment to answer him, and when she gazed down and saw the red filmy lace, she had to admit, ‘I’d forgotten that I bought this to...’ To build her confidence to face the party, she remembered.

                Raffa, dropping kisses on her neck, drew a groaning response from her throat, and, lacing her fingers through his hair, she kept him close. ‘Oh...that’s so good.’

                ‘How good?’ Raffa demanded, pulling back to look at her.

                ‘Good enough for you not to stop.’ Arching her back, she thrust her breasts towards him, wondering what else he could do for other parts of her body. She’d never had such erotic thoughts before and a deep throb of pleasure followed each wicked thought. ‘I need you,’ she gasped out at one point, hardly knowing what that meant.

                ‘I think I’ve got that,’ Raffa whispered, and when he shifted position she felt how much he wanted her...and when he slipped his fingers beneath the edge of her thong...

                ‘It’s almost a shame to take this off.’

                ‘Please don’t let that deter you,’ she whispered against his mouth.

                ‘That’s very forward of you, Leila Skavanga.’

                As Raffa was stroking her to a leisurely rhythm, she had no intention of distracting him with any sort of conversation.

                ‘You don’t have to do anything,’ he promised as he removed what few remaining clothes she had on.

                Sounds good to me, she mused, lost in an erotic haze.

                ‘You can safely leave everything to me.’

                Safely? And Raffa? Her brain examined this notion sketchily and then drifted away. Leaving everything to him was so good, as was leaving reality behind to pick up another day. Theirs was such a crazy pairing she knew it could never happen again. By the time she visited his island it would be all about business. They’d forget this had ever happened.

                Hopefully.

                She sighed with pleasure as Raffa feathered kisses down her neck, to her nipples and on to the area marked danger at the apex of her thighs. She had never been so aware, or so aroused before. And when Raffa teased her lips apart with his tongue...and when he tumbled her beneath him... ‘You’re impossible,’ she exclaimed softly when he did something amazing with his hands.

                ‘So I’ve been told,’ he agreed, sounding not one bit concerned about it.

                ‘I don’t want to hear what anyone else said.’

                ‘There is no one else, Leila.’

                ‘For now.’