Kidnapping His Bride

Cat opened her eyes, at the same moment spreading her legs, accommodating him further, and they both moaned at the sensation.

“Yes,” she finally whispered as he began to move inside her. “Oh yes.”

He withdrew almost completely out before surging back inside, keeping his pace slow, keeping his gaze locked on her expressive face. Her every emotion, every reaction was there for him to see and enjoy. The tension in her forehead, around her eyes, eased with his every slow thrust, until he knew she was experiencing nothing but true pleasure.

And God yes, so was he. So much pleasure he was almost consumed with it. He didn’t want to go too fast, didn’t want it to end too soon, but he was anxious to rush to the end, anxious to come with Cat and hopefully bring her to climax as well.

Reaching between them, he touched her clit, stroked it in repetitive circles that had her straining her hips, a throaty groan escaping her as he pushed deep, increasing his pace.

Damn it, he was close. Hopefully so was she.

“Come for me, Cat,” he urged, needing her to respond.

“Yes,” she whispered, her body frantic beneath his. “Oh God, yes.”

And then she was crying out, her body tense beneath his before the orgasm took over her. Her entire body shook, her inner walls milking his cock, squeezing his own orgasm out of him, and he tumbled right after her, a guttural groan escaping him as he slumped over her still trembling body.

Unfamiliar emotions overtook him as he stared down at her flushed face, reading the satisfaction there, the utter bliss in her gaze when her lids lifted and she smiled at him. That look, this woman, pleased him.

Scared him.

He had to do right by her and never let her out of his sight again.

No matter what.

Chapter Ten

“I want you to meet my sister,” Rafe said nonchalantly over breakfast.

The fork slipped from Cat’s fingers, clattering on the plate with a loud clang. “What?”

He smiled, looking rather pleased with himself. He was gorgeous, sitting there with hair mussed by her fingers, his chest bare, clad in only navy blue pajama bottoms that hung low on his hips and made her want to push them off his intoxicating body so she could taste him everywhere.

Which she’d done. Repeatedly. All earlier inhibitions had flown out the window after spending so much time with Rafe all alone.

“We’ve been in this delicious little cocoon long enough, don’t you think? We’re flying out late tonight to return you to Italy. I’d like you to meet Stasia and her family while you’re still here and have the chance. I know she’ll adore you. I’m sure you’ll like you too.”

Nerves ate at her, evaporating her earlier ravenous appetite. Rafe was right. The last few days they’d done nothing but hide away in his apartment, go out for a quick bite to eat or order in and stay in bed. Naked. Or in the shower, or on the couch, against the wall…

Always naked. Making love repeatedly.

She’d never been happier. He’d already taken her cell phone away from her, had turned his off, and they’d spent their time focused on each other. Together. Sharing stories of their past, their present, though never daring to speak of their future. Both of them too afraid to break the spell that had settled over them after their first night together. When she’d given herself so freely to him.

Not that she regretted it, oh no. This man belonged to her just as much as she belonged to him. They were going to be married and forge a life together that would be filled with happiness and respect. The complete opposite of her parents’ marriage, the example she’d witnessed her entire life and been so desperately afraid of repeating.

There was no chance of that happening, now that she knew Rafe so well, so quickly. She knew he was a good man, thoughtful and kind, sexy and fun. He made her laugh, he made her weep with pleasure, and more than anything, he made her feel cherished.

Special. Loved.

They hadn’t spoken those words to each other and she knew it was too soon. Far too soon for them to make such important, life changing declarations. But deep in her heart, she knew. She was halfway—if not completely—in love with him already.

And she was fine with that. No, she was ecstatic. These last few days together were more than proof that their union   was meant to be. She couldn’t wait to officially start their life together.

“What were you thinking?” she finally asked, trying her best to sound casual. But an unmistakable tremor crept into her voice, revealing her nerves. “Meeting them for lunch or something?”

“Exactly that.” He reached out, settled his hand over hers on the table and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t be nervous, love. Stasia is a sweetheart, her daughter will wrap you around her little finger with one cute smile and her husband is a good man. You’ll like them.”

But would they like her? They knew of her and Rafe’s somewhat messy situation and unusual past. Most likely, his sister was aware of the estrangement the last few years that mostly came from her sister. And from what Rafe told her, Matteo had tried his best to end their arrangement as well—all to protect Rafe, though, Rafe had explained. Matteo had always been afraid Rafe was going forward with something he didn’t want to do, that he felt obligated to do.