Page 25 of Exes, Hexes, and Strategy
By the time they hit up a dance club complete with laser lights, fog machine, and a thumping bass beat, they’d hit several bars that were little more than holes in the walls, meant only to take a drink order and then send their patrons on their merry way with it, and Nina had already consumed a few tasty cocktails. She was feeling good – she was also feeling a bit amorous, pressing her body against Rafe’s whenever possible, and thanks to the crowds, those times were frequent.
“Let’s get out of here,” she suggested against his ear, her fingers skimming over his tight abdominals.
He raised a brow, intrigued. “Where do you want to go?”
“You heard Cam,” she said. “This is our last chance to blow off steam for a while. I think we should get a hotel room. Think about it,” she continued, her fingers dropping dangerously low to discover Rafe was just as aroused by the idea as she was. “Wouldn’t it be nice to make love in an actual bed?”
With one hand at her lower back, Rafe propelled them forward at a speed that made her laugh with giddy delight. He stopped only for a moment to exchange a few words with Logan before they were out of there and in search of a hotel with a vacancy.
It took some time, there was some sort of festival happening in the French Quarter, but they finally managed to secure a room. It was no Four Seasons, but the place was clean, and Nina wasn’t exactly looking for amenities.
Laying back on the queen-sized bed with a sigh, she stroked her hand over the somewhat scratchy fabric of the green floral bedspread while Rafe played with the temperature gauge on the clunky-looking air conditioning unit. “I love our romantic little cave, but this is nice,” she said, propping herself up on her elbows and running her greedy gaze over the strong lines of Rafe’s back. God, he was sexy. “Guaranteed privacy,” she added.
Licking her lips in anticipation she patted the empty space beside her. “Come over here. You’re too far away.”
He stood, his movements graceful as he practically prowled over to the bed. Had she thought he was sexy before? Hot damn. That look in his eyes… He could set the AC to arctic chill and she’d still be overheated. Nina couldn’t resist the urge to fan herself.
Kneeling on the bed, Rafe’s fingertips stroked over her cheek, then slid down to the fabric of the scarf looped loosely around her neck. Her breath caught as he slowly unwound the silky length, letting the cloth slide over her skin in a further caress.
“Kiss me,” she demanded in an urgent whisper, her hands reaching for him, gripping those strong shoulders.
He eyed her, considering, as he let the scarf drop from his fingers. Was he going to make her beg? She would. Oh, how she would. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders to pull him closer. Not that she would be able to if he didn’t want it as well. Rafe was too strong for her to budge him, but that strength had never scared her for the simple reason that Rafe would never hurt her. If anything, that strength only turned her on more.
He raised a brow, his lips quirking just slightly in a suggestive smile. “Where?” he asked, leaning in to breath the word against her mouth. “Where should I kiss you, Nina?”
Her core pulsed with arousal. “Anywhere,” she panted.
His thumb traced the plump cushion of her lower lip and her tongue flicked out to taste him.
“Should I kiss you here?” he asked.
His other hand cupped her breast, squeezing gently. “Or maybe you’d rather I kiss you here?”
She moaned. It was the closest she could come to a response, her arousal pushing her beyond any sort of comprehensible speech, while her body pressed closer to him in need.
“I think I’ll start here,” Rafe told her, pressing his lips against the corner of her mouth, “and work my way down.”
Another moan left her throat before the sound was cut off as he sealed his lips to hers, his tongue thrusting and tangling with her own.
Nina’s fingers moved frantically, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, trying to unbuckle his belt, and not succeeding with either in her haste. She wanted him naked, wanted the hot press of Rafe’s skin against hers. Too many clothes – and his kiss was quickly short-circuiting her brain.
Rafe broke the kiss, leaning back from her, and Nina cried out at the loss, but it was only so he could finish what she started. Unlike hers, his fingers were sure as he stripped away his garments. His eyes were hot on her as he watched her the entire time – that look enough to practically melt her into a puddle.
She only had a moment to admire his naked form before he returned to her, his mouth devouring her own as he stripped her clothes from her body, his hands stroking and kneading her eager flesh, bringing her to a fever pitch.
His mouth left hers to skate over her jaw and down the line of her throat. She felt the hint of a fang scraping over the sensitive skin, tickling, and her hands rose to cup the back of his head. She wanted his bite, wanted to feel him at her throat as he thrust inside her, but she was beyond words.
He didn’t need the words, she realized as he growled, “Later,” before his mouth moved down to latch onto the tight peak her nipple had become, sucking greedily.
Pleasure shot through her, bowing her back off the mattress as she held his head to her breast in a demand for more. Little mewling sounds of need were coming from her throat, and she nearly screamed in frustration as his fingers slid up her inner thighs, teasing, so exquisitely close, but not quite making it to where she wanted him most. Her hips bucked, undulating, trying to find those clever fingers of his and maneuver his touch to where she needed him.
“Please,” she finally managed to gasp, her eyes practically rolling back in her head.
Rafe released her nipple, his chin hovering above her sternum as he gazed up at her hungrily. “Please what?”
“Touch me,” she pleaded, her hips continuing to writhe in demonstration of what she needed.
His lips tugged up on one side in a sexy little smile. Oh, he was enjoying this. Enjoying teasing her and bringing her to the point of screaming. She’d get even. Later. Later his body would be hers to torment, she promised herself, but right now he was asking her, “Here?”
