Just Add Spice

“Yes.” Her tone was laced with need and desire, and it ratcheted his own passion.

“Come for me. Come all over my fingers.”

“Christ, you make me lose my mind.”

“And you’re making me hotter than hell. Do it, Jen. Now.”

He felt her body tense and heard her breath catch. She squeezed his fingers tight. A shudder ran through her.

“Oh, God, Rafe!” She came hard against him, contracting around his fingers, her body shaking. She cried out again. He kept up the stroking. Her breath came in raspy, heavy pulls.

Rafe withdrew from her and coaxed her further up his body, until his head was between her legs. His tongue glided over her pussy lips and her body bucked. She gripped the top of the headboard as he tongued her clit, inciting a wave of sexy sounds that fell from her lips and filled the quiet room.

His finger slipped into her wet canal again and he stroked her inside and out. As she panted louder, the pad of his thumb circled her anus, jolting her.

“Make me come again,” she whispered in a hoarse voice.

He put extra effort into it, and moments later, she shattered the silence once more with her cry of ecstasy. She came against his mouth and he suckled harder, drawing out the pleasure.

Her body quaked above him, but Rafe didn’t stop until her breathing slowed a bit. Then he had her on her back. He was out of his briefs in a flash. He draped one of her long legs over his shoulder and thrust into her.

“Rafe!” she called out.

He drove deep, his body leaning into her. She was close to the edge of the bed, her hair spilling over it. He gripped the ledge of the mattress with one hand and pushed further into her with the added leverage.

His other hand cupped her ass cheek to angle her hips as he fucked her hard, wrenching near-animalistic sounds from her. Beads of sweat popped along his hairline and his muscles strained as he continued to thrust into her. His own breathing turned harsh as adrenaline pumped through him and his pulse shot into the stratosphere.

“Jen,” he barely managed to grind out. “Oh, Christ.”

He massaged the rim of her anus again, then pushed his finger deep inside. She screamed his name as she came, a violent tremor wracking her body.

Rafe couldn’t hold back. He exploded inside her, convulsing and surging and losing all coherent thought for several blissfully erotic seconds.

Oh, yeah. He had it way bad for this woman.

There was no way in hell he was ever getting over her.

So he absolutely had to find some way to keep her…

Chapter Nine

Around seven a.m., Jenna woke with Rafe’s hunky body curled around her, his erection pressing against the cleft of her ass. She grinned in her groggy state. He wiggled against her, already awake himself.

“Remember Venice?” she murmured in the dark.

He chuckled. Then he unraveled his arm from around her waist and his hand slid between her legs. As he rubbed her clit, he eased into her pussy from behind. They moved together, slowly, languidly. His chest pressed against her back. She spread her legs wider, almost sprawling onto her stomach.

Rafe’s tongue teased the side of her neck and then he nibbled her earlobe. When he kissed the tender spot below her ear, she sighed dreamily.

“It’s a wonder we ever saw any sights,” she said. “We spent so much time in bed.”

“We weren’t just doing it in bed, babe.”

She laughed. “No, we were not.”

He plunged deeper and his full, aggressive strokes felt heavenly. Her orgasm built gradually, the glorious sensations seeping through her veins until they rippled outward and she came on a long rush of heat and wetness.

“Jenna,” he whispered into her ear. “Jesus.” And then his orgasm erupted within her.