Taming Angelina (The Temptation Saga 4)

“God, yes. I need you inside me. Only you.”

“Oh, baby, I’m clean too, I promise.”

He lowered himself and thrust into her.

How complete she felt, how utterly in love. He started slowly, moving his hips in circles as he thrust, and every inch of her channel felt the sensation. The sensation of Rafe. Only Rafe.

Her hands wandered over his sleek bronze shoulders, his strong back. Oh, the feel of him. Could the finest Asian silk rival Rafe’s skin? Never.

His pistoning hips grew stronger, his thrusts harder. Soon he was plunging fast and deep, hitting a spot inside her that made her moan and writhe. The spasms started again, and the winds took her away once more.

“Rafe!” she cried. “Harder, Rafe, harder!”

He sank deeper into her, thrust harder in and out. “Oh, baby, I’m coming.” His voice was low and guttural. “God, I’m coming.”

One last thrust, and he collapsed upon her breasts. Her fingers tangled in his locks, so soft and silky. “Amazing.”

Had that come from her?

“God, baby. Yes. Amazing.”

Her heart yearned to say the three words it felt. They clogged her throat, itching to get out. But she couldn’t. Not yet. Not until she knew he might feel the same way.

“I should go,” she whispered, not wanting to at all.

“Mmm, no.” He flipped to the other side of the bed and pulled her into his arms. “Stay.” He closed his eyes. “Stay with me.”

She snuggled into that hard bronze chest. His heart beat softly into her ear.

She stayed.

* * *

What a fantastic blow job! Rafe woke from the dream to find he hadn’t been dreaming at all. Angie’s dark head bobbed between his legs, her cherry lips around his hard cock.

God, how good it felt.

How long had it been since a woman had gone down on him? Too damn long, that was for sure. She nibbled along his shaft, kissed the head, and thrust her mouth downward and took all of him.

Sweet heaven. If he died right now, he’d have no regrets.

She continued her soft torture until he grasped her cheeks and looked into her emerald gaze.

“Come to me, baby. Ride me.”

She smiled, slithered forward, and sank her tightness down on his arousal.

“That was the best blow job I’ve ever had, Angie.”

She beamed, her eyes half-lidded. “You have a beautiful cock, Rafe.”

Beautiful? A cock was beautiful? Maybe it was. She was sure beautiful down there, all glossy pink and purple folds, slick with peachy juices. Peachy juices that were slathering all over him right now. She moved her hips up and down, her beautiful breasts jiggling against her chest, her dark waves, tousled from sleep, drifting lazily over her milky shoulders. Those cherry lips were parted slightly. How he wished he could tug on them with his teeth.

“Baby, you look so beautiful right now. Come here.” He pulled on her arms, lowering her to him. The tips of her nipples brushed his chest. He squirmed. She excited him like no woman ever had.

“Kiss me,” he said.

She attacked his mouth. They ravaged each other’s lips as she continued to ride him. He bucked underneath her, meeting her thrust for thrust. Her moans turned to panting, and she ground against his pubic bone. She groaned into his mouth, her heat clamping around him. What a turn on! Her orgasm felt almost as good as his own. Soon the spasms started at the base of his shaft and rushed outward, and he spilled into her warmth.