He thought of his Aunt Vesta’s words about balance. Question was: How did he achieve it with a woman like Jenna Scarsdale?
He bristled a little, having no concrete answers.
Jenna kissed the side of his neck and murmured, “Rome wasn’t built in a day, Rafe.”
A ray of hope?
Rafe pulled her onto him and she straddled his lap. He said, “I can take it slow, Jen. No problem there. I just wish I could piece together what I’m supposed to do.”
She stared down at him. “Don’t you think I feel the same? But Rafe… Not everyone’s relationship is simple and tidy. You seem to forget that, and you want me in a neat little package with a bow on top. That’s not going to happen with me. Ever.”
“Yes, I do want that. Yet I keep coming back for more, don’t I? So maybe you being such a huge pain in my ass is really just great foreplay.”
She laughed. “Way to cut the tension.”
Rafe sat up suddenly and kissed her. Deeply. Passionately. His tongue tangled with hers and he didn’t miss that her usual hesitancy had vanished the night before when they were at his loft. She didn’t tense up when he held her, didn’t falter when he kissed her. She accepted his affection and attention. That ray of hope grew.
When they came up for air, he said, “Much as I love the sexy nightie, I prefer you naked.”
Jenna grinned. “Then take it off.”
He grabbed fistfuls of satin and whisked the nightie away. Then he leaned back against the pillows and helped her shimmy out of the thong panties. He pulled her to him and she straddled his midsection, her dewy lips rubbing against his muscles. Her moist flesh on his skin drove him wild. He gripped her hips and rocked her slowly.
“I want you,” he whispered in a strained tone. His cock pulsed behind the material of his black briefs and his heart pounded fiercely.
She splayed her palms over his chest and arched her back as her slick folds continued to slide along his abs. His muscles flexed from the erotic touch and the need that coiled in his gut.
“Remember that really early morning in Naples?” she asked in a breathy tone.
“How could I forget?” His pulse skyrocketed at the mere mention of that steamy interlude.
“How about a replay?”
Rafe grunted. “We don’t want to wake Tad.”
“I think our suites are large enough to keep my screams from reaching his ears. And I do have a corner unit.”
“You really like playing with fire, don’t you?”
“I’m just crazy about the things you do to me.” She kissed him, her tongue teasing as she continued to rub against him.
Rafe’s hands skimmed over her ribcage and up to her breasts. He caressed them as their searing kiss went on and on. He toyed with her nipples, pinching and lightly tugging until her hips picked up a quicker rhythm in response. She broke their kiss and her head fell back, her hair cascading over her shoulders. Her eyes closed and he watched her pleasure herself against his body.
When he couldn’t take much more of just watching, his hands shifted from her breasts. One slipped between her legs as she lifted slightly off him. He stroked her clit quickly and confidently. His other hand moved to her ass and he rubbed the cleft before easing two fingers into her tight pussy from behind. Her back arched further. He sucked a hard nipple as he fingered her.
“Rafe,” she ground out. “Oh, God.”
He worked her faster. Her hips pressed down as he gently pinched the swollen knot of nerves between her legs. She gasped.
“Nice and wet,” he whispered against her breasts.
“Make me wetter.”
His fingers pumped inside her and he massaged her clit with more pressure.
“Yes,” she moaned.
She stretched toward the headboard and pressed a hand against the wood to steady herself. His tongue flicked over her nipple and then he suckled again.