The Billionaire King’s Heir (European Billionaire Beaus 3)

“Cleaning up?” Rafael came back into the kitchen and stepped to her side, the warmth of him evident in the air. He lifted the mixing bowl and tipped it toward the sink.

“Wait!” she cried. “I was going to lick that.”

Rafael met her eyes, a dancing heat in his. “Lick what, exactly?”

“Well.” Felicity could feel the color rushing to her cheeks. “The bowl. There’s still so much delicious mix in there.”

“Delicious mix,” he repeated, putting it back down on the surface of the counter. “You know, Felicity, if you want things to lick, there are other alternatives. Do you really want to risk your health on raw eggs?”

“Other alternatives?” She pulled her hands from the warm, sudsy water and dried them on a towel that hung below the sink.

Rafael leaned in and kissed her, and Felicity found herself reacting without thinking. She swirled her tongue around his bottom lip, then took it in between her teeth.

“Mmmm. Like that. You’ve got the idea.”

Then he was lifting her to the counter, and Felicity thought she might spontaneously combust. Rafael kissed her like he’d been waiting all day to do it and couldn’t wait another moment. He pulled back and looked at her. “You’ve got something on your face.”

“Where?”

“Here.” Then his mouth was on hers again, and Felicity opened her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Damn their clothing. Why did he have to be dressed? She remembered what his body had been like when they were together, all tight muscles and long lines, and her mouth watered at the memory.

Her hands went to the front of his shirt…and she hesitated.

“I want you,” she said simply. “Even if it’s against the rules.”

He caught his breath. “If we do this…”

“If we do this, it’s because we both want it, and we can still—” It was overpowering, how much she needed his body on hers. “We can still go back. We can make a new decision every day, if that’s what—”

He kissed her again, fierce and hot. “I need you, too.”

Rafael’s hands went to the front of her pants and he pulled her off the counter before yanking them down. He dropped them to the floor. His own belt clinked as he unbuckled it. And then she was in his arms again, being lifted back to the counter.

Felicity didn’t have another chance to bother with his shirt.

He spread her wide on the counter and stroked her between her legs. She was already wet, she knew that, she could feel it—but at his touch she fell into a greedy heat.

“Please, Rafael, hurry, hurry…” She didn’t know why she was begging him to hurry. Was it because someone could walk in at any moment, or because she needed this more than she could find the words to say?

“Wait for me.”

He was gone and back in a small eternity, the foil packet of a condom in his hand.

Rafael entered her in one powerful thrust, and Felicity hooked her legs around his hips. Oh, it felt so good, it felt so good to be filled this way. Rafael was relentless, taking the rhythm hard, and Felicity knew she could lose herself in this for a long time. It felt so deliciously dirty, having sex like this in the kitchen, so dirty…

He slipped a hand between them and teased at her clit, slowing down just long enough to coax her into a shuddering orgasm, then another. Rafael followed her into his own release soon after, his hands gripping the taut flesh of her bottom tightly, his face pressed into her neck, all of those tense muscles on display.

She held on tight long after he was done, both of them breathing hard. Rafael lifted his face from her shoulder and looked into her eyes. “That was good,” he said, still catching his breath. “That was so good.”

“That was like it was at the beginning,” she said with a giddy laugh. “Remember that?”

“How could I forget?” He pressed his mouth to her collarbone. “I’ve never been that happy. Until right now.”

“I haven’t either,” Felicity said, wonderingly. She hadn’t. It had been so stressful, with moving, with the pres

s, that it hadn’t occurred to her that happiness could be found right here with Rafael.

Maybe.