Kidnapping His Bride

Leaning in with a growl of pleasure, he tongued the tops of her breasts, his hands moving up her sides to grip her closer, holding her still. She trembled beneath his touch as he worked his way lower. Lower…until he was circling one rosy-pink nipple with his tongue, then the other, drawing it into his mouth and sucking deeply. The hard, hot little bit of flesh tasted amazing on his tongue.

“Oh my God.” She gripped the back of his hand, her fingers surprisingly strong as they pulled his hair. “Rafe…”

She sounded as lost as he felt and he let his hands fall to the tops of her thighs, gliding his fingers beneath her skirt so he could touch her intimately. He felt the tiny scrap of lace of her panties and slipped beneath the front, finding warm, wet flesh that he slid his fingers into, making her buck against him and cry out his name again.

Watching in utter fascination, he kept his gaze glued to her face as he slowly drove her out of her mind with his fingers. His thumb circled her clit as he stroked her, slow and easy at first, pushing deeper inside her with every thrust. Her hips lifted in time to his movements as he fucked her with his fingers, his thumb pressing, flicking, sending her straight toward her orgasm. Her entire body became consumed with shivers and he had a feeling she was close to climaxing.

“Please,” she begged, holding on to him tight as her hips moved restlessly, grinding against his hand. “Oh God, yes, please.”

And then she burst apart, her orgasm sweeping over her as she tossed her head back, her mouth forming in a little O as she came undone in his arms.

Awestruck, he continued to watch her, enraptured with her as he gentled his strokes, pressing his mouth to her chest in sweet kisses. Cat consumed by her orgasm was the most beautiful thing he’d ever witnessed.

He was eager to see that happen again. Soon.

Cat wasn’t sure how she made it up to Rafe’s apartment. After the way he’d touched her in the backseat of the car, his mouth everywhere, his hand between her legs, his skilled fingers touching her like no other man had touched her before, she’d fallen to pieces in an embarrassingly quick amount of time.

A gloriously delicious, quick amount of time…

He’d helped her out of the car like a gentleman, taking her hand as she stepped onto the sidewalk. His arm swooped around her waist as she stumbled in her shoes, embarrassed yet thankful he caught her. Her legs still quivered from the intensity of her orgasm, her skin fairly vibrating. The satisfied smile he gave her just before he leaned in for a brief kiss had left her even dizzier than before.

“You’re glowing,” he murmured only for her to hear, his arm tightening around her waist as he led her into the building, tipping his head at the doorman as they headed straight toward the elevator.

The moment the doors slid closed, he had her pinned against the wall, his mouth on hers, his hands cupping her face as the elevator made its quick ascent. “I love that I’ve made you look like this,” he whispered against her lips before devouring her again.

“H-how do I look?” she asked after he finally broke away from her lips, his mouth dotting fevered little kisses along her jaw, down the side of her neck.

“Beautiful,” he whispered reverently, his gaze meeting hers. “Radiant. Satisfied.”

Her cheeks warmed and she ducked her head, thankful when the elevator finally stopped and the doors opened. Rafe took her hand and walked her down the short hall that led to his apartment. He seemed agitated, downright anxious as he unlocked the door and then he was pulling her inside, slamming the door behind them, pushing her against the wall as if he were unable to keep his hands off of her.

She loved it. Wished fervently that she’d known Rafe had this side to him long ago. It was rather…arousing.

“I’ll stop if you want me to,” he said, his expression sincere, his eyes serious as they roved over her face. “Just say the word and you can go to your room tonight alone and everything will be fine tomorrow. I won’t hold your refusal of me against you. You’re in complete control of this situation, Cat. I hope you realize this.”

“Or?” she prompted, because she knew there was more. There had to be. The mysterious depths behind his words intrigued her. She didn’t want to stop this.

She wanted more. More, more, more.

“Or…” His voice trailed off, his gaze sweeping over her body, lingering on her chest, then moving upward to her mouth. “You can come with me. And spend the night in my bed.”

She nibbled on her lower lip, her body aching from the dark promise in his voice. There wasn’t a doubt that she wanted to be with him tonight, in his bed. But a small part of her was scared. Unsure. What if it hurt? She’d heard that, of course, knew that sex was painful the first time. Worse, what if he was disappointed when he discovered she was a virgin? There was no way she could pretend she wasn’t. He’d figure it out.

Cat would bet a lot of money there weren’t a lot of twenty-three-year-old virgins out there. Yet here she stood, having saved herself for this very man. The sexiest man she’d ever seen or been with, pressed up against her, ready to do things she’d only ever heard of. Imagined doing many times—with him. She could feel his erection, thick and insistent against her belly, the heat in his gaze sending darts of pleasure running throughout her body.