Just Add Spice

She was at a loss for words.

Rafe didn’t back down.

“Say yes, Jen,” he insisted. “For both our sakes. Say yes.”

She fought for a full breath. But the overriding sensation within her prodded her to tell him, “Yes, Rafe. I can live in the moment. Here. Now. With you.”

Chapter Five

Rafe’s mouth brushed over hers. He nipped at the corners. Jenna’s mind went blank. Her lips parted and his tongue delved deep, tangling with hers as he wrapped an arm around her waist and hauled her up against him.

Territorial. Possessive. Aggressive. He was all that and more.

Sparks erupted low in her belly as his hot kiss seared her insides. Her soft curves melded to his hard muscles. One of his hands eased over her backside, cupping a cheek. He pressed her against him, so she felt his erection as his kiss went on and on. Passionate. Intense. Erotic.

His strong hand kneaded her ass cheek before moving over her hip and under the shirt she wore. His fingers skimmed her rib cage, his touch sizzling. Then he palmed her breast through the white lace of her bra and a moan lodged in her throat.

He gave the full mound a titillating squeeze. Whisked the pad of his thumb over her hard nipple.

Jenna tore her mouth from his. “Whoa.” She gasped as electric currents ran through her. “Geez, Rafe. It’s been three years. Try to remember that.”

His lips skated along her neck. “I remember everything,” he murmured against her flushed skin. “I know exactly what you like.”

A lusty whimper escaped her.

His teeth gently grazed her throat, followed by his tongue. A shiver chased down her spine. Her fingers twined in his hair. Her legs trembled.

He’d barely gotten started and she was already coming apart at the seams.

He backed her up against the sofa and she sprawled in the corner. Rafe spread her legs wide and, kneeling before her, wedged his large frame between her thighs. His eyes shimmered with desire and excitement as he slowly unbuttoned her shirt and peeled the material away.

“God, I’ve missed this body,” he said. His head bent and he dropped feathery kisses across her stomach, making her flesh quiver.

“Have there been others, Rafe?”

“Yes.” His tongue circled the rim of her navel. “Two.” He finally glanced up at her and said, “But they weren’t you. I dated one for a couple of months about a year after the divorce. Right around the time I’d finally taken my ring off. I couldn’t kiss her without thinking of you, so I eventually had to end it. Sometime later, I realized I was dating another woman who looked a little like you. That was pretty pathetic—to find an imitation—so I gave up on that one too.”

Her fingertips grazed his cheek. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I told you, you’re not the only one who screwed things up between us.”

He stretched toward her and kissed her. She lost her train of thought again.

When he dragged his mouth away, his lips trailed her throat once more, then over her collarbone and down to her breasts. His tongue teased a taut nipple, jolting her in a delicious way.

He tucked the lacy cups of her bra under her breasts. Then he sucked her hard nipple into his mouth.

“Rafe.” Jenna squirmed beneath him.

“Patience,” he mumbled. He licked and suckled the other one.

He caressed her breasts a bit roughly, arousing her more. He pressed the mounds together and the hunger that flashed in his eyes told her he was thinking of all the times he’d slid his cock between her breasts. She’d swipe her tongue over the tip or cover the head with her mouth.

He never failed to come when she wanted to get him off that way.

He pinched and rolled her nipples, causing pinpricks of desire in her pussy.

“Rafe,” she said again, her tone darker this time. “You know what I want.”