“Holy fuck, Janey.” Rafe’s deep dark growl stopped me in the most inelegant pose imaginable, one leg on the bed while the other was on the floor, looking like a kid caught doing something they shouldn’t be.
My eyes widened at the intensity in his growl and the hot look on his face. “Rafe. You’re home.”
His lips tugged into a sexy grin. “And just in time too. Going somewhere?”
“No,” I said too quickly and slid my other leg until I stood on the floor, back straight and shoulders squared. My gaze focused on his. “I was just going to put on some clothes.”
“The hell you were,” he growled and dropped his leather duffel bag beside the door before he took a step into the room. “You’re gorgeous how you are Janey.”
His words sent a shiver of satisfaction through my body and I couldn’t stop the stupid grin that crossed my face. “Gorgeous? Now I know you’re tired.”
“I was tired when I left the fire house,” he admitted and took another step forward, each movement a slow seduction meant to keep me on edge. It was working. “But all I could think about was you.” He took another step closer and brought one hand up to my cheek, his thumb sliding up and down the length of my jaw. “Here. Waiting for me.”
“And?” I don’t know how I managed to squeak out the question around the knot of desire pooling in my belly.
“Better than I imagined.”
Oh hell. I practically melted at his words, or maybe it was his touch, firm and somehow gentle at the same time. Both of his hands cradled my face before they slid down to cup my neck. My shoulders. Down my arms until both hands rested low on my hips. “Rafe,” I purred against his lips and leaned in because the man always smelled so damn good.
Then we were kissing and I wasn’t thinking about anything other than the feel of his lips on mine, his hands as they roamed my body and sent pleasure spiking at every nerve ending. My mind was full of Rafe. “Janey,” he grunted and picked me up to toss me on the bed. “Fuck me, Janey.”
I was transfixed by the look in his eyes, half worship and half hunger. Unable to look away I could only tease him, pushing my knees out and then in again. Toying with him. “You sure you’re not too tired?”
His blue gaze darkened and his jaws clenched hard with desire. “Why don’t you tell me when you’re too tired to continue.” Rafe’s words came out low and deep as he worked quickly, gaze never leaving mine, to remove every piece of clothing that covered his incredible physique. Then he was there, between my legs, one hand slipped into my panties and stroked me until soft moans escaped, one after the other.
I arched into him with a small smile and gripped his forearm. “Rafe. Yes, Rafe.” His fingers moved in an intoxicating motion that had me squeezing my eyes closed and moving to get as close as I could to his touch. “Rafe,” I moaned again when his thumb slid over my clit.
“I’m right here, Janey.” There was amusement in his voice but it was dark and strained, like he was as turned on as I was, a thought that sent me into a frenzy.
One hand wrapped around his wrist and my hips undulated against him, showing him exactly what my body needed him to do. “Yes! Oh yes!”
He smiled up at me and it was sexy and sleepy and lazy, as he leaned over and placed small butterfly kisses on my stomach. Up my abdomen and across my ribcage until every inch of my torso had been thoroughly loved by him. He growled as he came closer, blowing a soft gust of breath on my already hard tipped nipples.
“Rafe,” I called out in warning.
“I gotcha Janey. Let go.” Two long fingers pumped into me as his thumb rubbed circles into my clit that was better than any battery operated device. Without a doubt. Miles better, in fact. “Janey,” he growled and wrapped those beautiful lips around my nipple, tugging with just enough teeth to bring forth what I hoped would be my first orgasm of the night.
That was all it took to turn my world upside down. The feel of his tongue on my nipples, combined with the scrape of his teeth against such sensitive skin, brought my orgasm barreling to the surface in one powerful wave after another. “Rafe! Yes! Rafe!” The words dripping from my mouth were meaningless, nothing words that only served to get rid of excess orgasmic energy. “Wow,” I panted when his fingers and mouth slowed, allowing the tiny aftershocks of my orgasm to slow until they stopped. “Seriously, wow.”
His deep chuckle cut through the silence of the bedroom, save for our harsh sawing breaths, sending vibrations through me that only prolonged my pleasure. “I’m good with ‘seriously wow,’ you know, in case you were wondering.” The masculine pride shining in his eyes was cocky as hell but well deserved.