“Rafe.” The word came out on a growl. A low deep growl that I felt right in my gut as her body tensed, her legs snapped shut and her back arched, bringing her pretty pink nipples licking distance away from me.
My tongue slipped out and wrapped around a hard pink nub, sucking hard as I thrust even harder, giving Janey everything she asked for and just a little bit more until she moaned.
“Let go, Janey. I gotcha.”
She looked like she didn’t understand, but I went back to the sweet pink nipple and the depths of her damp heat, pouring myself into her until we both flew apart, first Janey.
And then me.
“Oh god, Rafe!” Her body shook and trembled, squeezing tight around me and forcing my own orgasm to the surface. She froze for several long seconds as if time had slowed or suspended and she was at its mercy, before it all sped up again and things were back to normal, or as normal as they could be after an orgasm like that.
My arms trembled from the force of holding my body above hers as pleasure started to seep out of me. Our gazes were locked, neither of us able to look away, shocked by what had just happened between us. Me, more so than her. “Holy shit, Janey.”
Her lips parted into a slow, seductive grin the moment my arms lost the fight and I collapsed, half on top of her and half on the bed. “I’ll take holy shit, Janey. I’ve never been a holy shit Janey type of girl.” She smiled.
“You definitely are,” I assured her and tugged her close so her back was flush against my chest. “Nice little secret you’ve got Janey.”
She laughed, the sound was sweet and slightly breathless through her still heaving breathing. “More like a state secret.”
“Does that make me Bond, James Bond?”
She laughed again and I fought the urge to frown. “You’ve certainly got the moves, but I’m not sure I want to meet the fate of a Bond girl. Not that I’m a Bond girl or a Rafe girl, or…you know what? I’m gonna shut up now.”
I chuckled and I held her tighter. “No, don’t shut up. I think I might like flustered Janey even more than fired up Janey.”
She turned and looked at me, recognition finally dawning. “I knew it!”
“What can I say, you’re hot when you’re perturbed. And woman you are always perturbed around me.” I let my fingertip trace an abstract image on her soft, smooth belly until she shivered. “Now I know it’s because you wanted me.”
“I didn’t really know that,” she insisted. “I mean you’re good looking, everyone thinks so, but I guess I needed to see you in a new light.”
“A naked light?”
Her laugh was sultry and sweet. “That helped, but that’s not what I meant. Like seeing a teacher or a doctor out in the real world, it makes you see them as a person.”
“That fucking red dress,” I growled and nipped her shoulder. “That’s when I saw that you weren’t just little Janey with the camera anymore. No, you’re all woman,” I told her and pressed my lips to hers because the honest truth was, I just couldn’t get enough.JaneyFloating. I’d spent the past few days since my night with Rafe floating. Gliding through town like I was being propelled on a cloud. I mean, yeah, it was one hell of a night but it was just that, one night. One night and a bunch of orgasms that made my toes curl and my heart skip a beat, but still, just a night. I knew it didn’t mean anything beyond a little bit of fun, but dammit it was fun. Exhilarating, even, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Couldn’t stop dreaming about it. Re-enacting it in the shower. In my bed.
In my dreams.
Two days later and I could still feel him. Was that normal? Was this how a woman went totally crazy over a man? I always thought that was a load of bull, that it was just an excuse that women gave because they wanted to give in, the same way I wanted to give in to Rafe. But now, having experienced the toe curling orgasms and the nonstop thoughts of them, I had a greater appreciation for the hurdle they faced.
Still, I was determined not to think this thing with Rafe to death. I wanted to enjoy it and all the memories that came with it. Nothing more. I wasn’t secretly holding out hope that he would look at me and decide that I was exactly what he wanted and needed in his life. And I wasn’t trying to find out how he might fit into my life. That wasn’t what this was.
It was fun.
Just fun.
“All right Donna and Harold, I think we’ve got everything we need.” I flashed my most professional smile at the eighty-something couple who’d hired me to do their fiftieth anniversary photos.