Page 63 of Hidden Raphael
Bing.
A metallic sound of a pipe or something rang in the air, and Kimberly added it to one of the castle noises that once explained were easily forgotten. She settled into Raphael's arms, determined to have him again. She'd free him from his torment.
His kiss set off a furnace of need.
She ran her hands on his arms, "We don't have to wait for the bedroom, Rafe."
His intensity heightened and the emerald blackness in his eyes sparked. She reached around his back to untie his trench coat. "No, you deserve a soft bed, blankets, and the fire in the fireplace, Kimberly. You're special."
Her heart sang. She was special?
He turned, and his hand reached out for hers. Every cell in her body sparked awake, and she'd have him. Her clothes irritated her tender skin, and she'd throw everything off the second they entered a bedroom.
Finally, he led her to the set of circular stairs that led to his room. His room was at the top. She squeezed his hand. He leaned down and kissed her. Her body quivered. Then he reached and unbuttoned her jeans.
She needed to strip him too. She sucked in her lips for a second then let them out. "I'll race you up the stairs. I'd rather be naked with you."
His dimples appeared. Then she turned around and ran up the steps.
He followed behind her, but it felt like he stayed there to ensure she didn't fall. Her heart nearly burst out of her chest. Raphael, her protector.
At the top step, she waited at the door. The lock was high. He reached up and unlocked his door without an issue. The second the door opened, she threw her soaked shirt on a chair and unzipped her pants. Unfortunately, it took a moment to shimmy out of them, as they stuck.
He did the same.
Done, she reached over and touched his contoured abs. His body quivered from her simple touch. Emboldened, she pressed her lips to his neck and let her hand reach down to play with his growing penis.
The second he came closer, her arms wrapped around his waist, but then he peered at her head. She whispered as she continued to play with him, “What are you doing?”
“I wanted to check on your Easter egg and make sure you’re healing.”
“I’m fine. Without you on me, I’m cold, though.” His hands brushed the hair out of her face then kissed her, hard.
This couldn’t be another mistake. Raphael was so amazing.
Her body nearly exploded with anticipation. She intended to lead them toward the bed, but his kiss leaned her backward. With his arms around her, her skin was so sensitive and aware.
He took a step in the direction for the bed, and she stepped backward. His hands roamed her body. She let him. She'd do anything. Her own hands raked against his strong back.
All this delicious man was hers now.
She kissed his neck and ears as he laid her backward on the bed. Her fingers grazed against his coarse, dark hair.
Tonight, he was hers.
