She hated that he was right, but she didn’t want to concede that point. “They got the jump on me last time. I admit that.”
“I know, baby. That’s why staying here is for the best. Noah and the others can help me protect you. Leaving doesn’t make them any safer. Your brothers already know you’re connected to me, so everyone here is still in danger even if you leave.”
She buried her face in his chest. “I feel terrible. Even if I’m not directly responsible, I feel like I need to do something.”
“You’re doing everything you can. We’ve already talked to the FBI. You’ve given them all the information you have. It’s up to them to take action.”
“Yeah, but still. My brothers are after me. Maybe you guys could use me.”
He grabbed her shoulders. “I am not using you as bait. No more talking to Oskar. He was the one who came up with this stupid bait idea.”
“So that's why you look so pissed. Oskar didn't say anything to me but it’s not the worst idea in the world. If you won’t let me draw them away from everyone, then let me do this. They want me. And they’ll take me any way they can get me. If you know they are going to keep coming, it’s much better if it’s on our terms, don’t you think?”
His thumb slid over her bare skin. “You truly have no idea how much you mean to me, do you? I can’t lose you.”
Diana stepped into his space and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m just saying we need to try to do something.”
“And we will. We’ll brainstorm some ideas. Right now I just need to be close to you. The idea of losing you terrifies me.”
“You’re not going to lose me. We’re going to find a way to end this.”
Rafe kissed her. As always, his lips were expert over hers. His hands gently held and caressed her face as they kissed, and the tender action made her melt from the inside out. Diana tugged his head back down and fused her lips with his, raising her hips to meet the hard length of him.
A growl bubbled up from deep in his throat. He tugged at the hem of her tank top, untucking it from her jeans and exposing her belly. The moment his hands met with skin, her breath caught.
Every time he touched her, it sent a zing of pleasure to her core. She wondered if that would ever end. His roving hands traveled up her rib cage. He muttered something that was part epithet, part homage as his thumb came into contact with the bare flesh of her breast.
When he didn’t continue, she squirmed under him, and he chuckled. When his thumb traced a circle over her nipple, Diana arched her back in an attempt to get closer. The peak stiffened in response as her core pulsed. When she groaned, he repeated the action.
Desperate to get closer, Diana pressed into him. With a low growl, he picked her up and kicked the door shut behind them. He wasted no time once he deposited her on the bed, going right back to driving her crazy by teasing her nipples.
She gasped out his name. On his third pass, he tugged the nub between his thumb and forefinger, and she moaned his name as her hips rode his thigh.
With a curse, he yanked her tank over her head. When her heavy breasts spilled free, Rafe’s muttered “fuck” made her blush.
“You are so beautiful,” he muttered and kissed her belly button. As he traced kisses from her stomach up her rib cage, Diana arched her back as each kiss drifted closer to her breasts. When his hot mouth closed over a nipple, her core contracted and released. Moist heat dampened her panties, and she rolled her hips into his as he suckled one breast, his palm closed over the other.
Diana pulled at his T-shirt and dragged the material over his head, exposing an expanse of bare torso.
Her hands tentatively roamed over the nape of his neck and his back, exploring the muscles of his deltoids.
With each stroke she could feel him shiver.
Wrapping his arms around her, Rafe rolled them both over so that she sat on top. God, he was big. Broad shoulders and a wingspan like a swimmer. Thick muscles corded his neck and his broad chest. They rippled with every intake of breath as her fingertips glided over his skin. When her hands shifted down to his abs, he sucked in a breath and held it. Would she ever get used to the fact that he was hers?
Rafe stared up at the beautiful creature on top of him with breasts worth paying homage to. Her skin glowed in the dim light of the room. With every glance from under her lashes and every tentative touch of her fingertips, his whole body felt like it was being stroked to full blaze. Vaguely he wondered if spontaneous combustion was a myth. Add in the euphoric feeling that surged through his blood every time she touched him, and he was likely to come in his jeans.
But was he going to stop her? Hell no. Her breasts swayed as she shifted her straddle farther down his legs. Her hands came into contact with the button on his jeans, and his cock throbbed and strained against the zipper. Involuntarily his hips rose, and he tried to school his breathing.
Since the hotel, he’d been terrified of the possibility of never seeing her again. He’d suddenly understood why they pulled agents off active duty if they got married. All he’d been able to think about was her.
The zzzpt sound of his zipper going down made Rafe wish he practiced some kind of Zen Buddhist religion. If he could find his center, he might have a chance of lasting long enough to make love to her. But it seemed Diana was in the mood to torture him.
Slim-fingered, delicate hands grabbed on to the top of his pants and boxers and tugged them down. Scooting back, she pulled them down past his ankles, and he lay before her, naked as the day he was born. Diana’s eyes traveled from his toes up his shins, to his thighs, and fixated on his dick.
His cock jerked as if to say hello. She shimmied back up his body, straddling him again at the knees. She supported her hands on either side of him.
“You’re very big.”