Page 43 of Rocky Mountain Devil
Rafe used the backs of his fingers to brush the fabric from her torso, a teasing touch on sensitive skin that made her arch toward him.
“Shhhh. I want to look,” he said, stroking up the side of her body and over the cream-coloured bra she wore. He traced his fingers along the lacy edge, down to the dip between her breasts, up the other side. He did it again, only this time he used his thumb on her skin, stretching his hand open until he covered her breast completely.
Oh boy.Laurel swallowed hard. “It’s okay if you take my bra off.”
“I’ll get there,” he promised. His voice sounded deeper than usual, and she lifted her gaze to his. Raw hunger reflected back.
“Take off your shirt too,” she ordered.
“Later. I’m busy,” he informed her, skating his palm over her in a slow, even circle.
Her nipple tightened, pressing against the thin fabric as if desperate to make contact.
He shifted closer, bodies bumping as he pressed their lips together. A slow kiss this time, with gentle pressure and the slightest flick of his tongue. Before she could sink her hands into his hair, he was gone, butterfly-light touches teasing down her jaw and neck. Along the edge of her bra, and over to where her nipple stood at attention as if waiting for him.
He hummed happily, brushing his lips over the peak before tasting her. His tongue wet the fabric and made it cling. He closed his lips around the tip and sucked lightly, and Laurel gasped in pleasure.
A happy sound rumbled up from his chest. “You’re as hot as I remember.”
“You’re driving me crazy,” Laurel whispered.
Rafe ignored her. Instead, he slipped his fingers under the edge of her bra, sliding the material aside and tucking it underneath. “But are you as delicious as I remember?” he asked, utter seriousness in the question.
This time when he put his mouth on her there was no barrier between them, and Laurel moaned. “Oh,yes.”
He had both hands working now, cupping her slight curves on both sides. Her straps were still in place, but the actual cups were curled under to leave her exposed to his touch. Fingertips teasing. Fingers and thumbs rolling over her nipples and pinching briefly before being replaced by his mouth. His tongue and lips soothing. Stroking. Back and forth from one side to the other.
Laurel didn’t know what to expect. One time it was a soft lick followed by a sharp pinch. The next, Rafe sucked, increasing the pressure slowly before putting the edge of his teeth to her in a move that drove a pulse from her nipple straight to her core.
Turned on and aching for more, but willing to follow his lead, she stroked her fingers through his hair and let him play.
His body was hard next to hers, hips pressed tight to her thigh. The thick ridge of his erection nudged her, and she moved her leg, desperately trying to give back to him. She didn’t want this to be just about her—this was them, together finding pleasure. Taking the next step.
Rafe lifted himself slightly to gaze down in admiration. “So gorgeous. So perfect, with those tight little nipples that fit my mouth like you were made for me. I could spend all night eating you up, but I want more.”
He slid a hand down her belly, fingers swirling for a moment over her belly button before slipping under the elastic of her skirt. “Yes?”
Why was he even asking? “Let’s assume from here on the answer is alwaysyes.”
“I don’t assume. But good to know.”
He kissed her, and she was momentarily distracted by his eager lips. Momentarily—because now his hand was under her panties and he was cupping her intimately. Rolling the heel of his hand against the top of her mound.
Not enough pressure for her to come, but more than enough to make her feel plenty optimistic they were on the right road.
“Touch me,” she begged.
“I am touching you,” he teased, his mouth at her ear as he brought the lobe between his teeth and bit.
Laurel growled. “Touch my pussy.”
“Bossy.”
“Rafe.Please…”
“Well, if you put it that way. How can I refuse?”
He dragged his hand upward, briefly tickling his fingers against her stomach before, with a wicked grin, moving where she needed him.
