Page 54 of Rocky Mountain Devil
“Let’s make it snap.” She swayed forward and pressed their bodies together as she reconnected their lips.
He kissed her urgently, as if the fate of the world depended on this moment. Or his sanity—one of the two. Laurel hummed her approval as he brought both hands up and cupped her breasts, playing with her nipples for a moment before sliding his hands lower.
Undoing the button to her dress slacks as he deepened the kiss.
It wasn’t the time to tease about how his version of slow seemed to be rapidly accelerating. She was totally on board, wiggling to vertical to let him peel off her pants. He took her panties with them, and she was naked sooner than expected.
Naked, except for her socks.
Embarrassment slipped in far too quickly. As much as she wanted this, the urge to place her hands strategically over a few areas was difficult to ignore.
He didn’t seem to notice her wavering. Instead he held her hand, swallowing hard as he looked her over, mesmerized, raw desire in his eyes. “Sweet angel.”
Standing motionless in the buff as he stared got more difficult by the second. “Your turn,” she whispered.
He caught hold of her hips and dragged her back into his arms. It was a heady sensation, bare-ass naked against his jeans, her breasts rubbing the fine hairs on his chest. Heat enveloped her, inside and out.
“Since you seem to be extra needy tonight, I’m going to do what I’ve been longing to do since the last time.”
He lifted her skyward, standing her over him. He leaned on the backrest and smiled up at her.
Standing on the soft cushions meant she had to work to keep her balance. Plus there was that wholenakedthing going on. “I’m dying here, Coleman.”
“We can’t have that. I’m dying for a taste. Let’s both get happy.”
He pulled her toward him and suddenly his mouth was on her and standing seemed like a bad idea. How on earth was she supposed to keep her legs from buckling with his tongue doing terribly wonderful things to her?
Laurel planted her hands on the wall, closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the moment. “If I fall over, it’s your fault.”
He didn’t answer, for which she was very grateful, because it meant his tongue was occupied with more important matters, like teasing her clit. And licking her, and covering her with his mouth, and suddenly there were stars floating before her eyes. A clear midnight sky full of them as tension gathered in her core, whirling in a circle like a cyclone about to go off.
Rafe hummed happily, the vibration tipping her further to the limit. And when his fingers slipped into her, and he sucked on her clit, she lost it, rocking helplessly against his face before her knees gave out.
He caught her as she tumbled downward, cradling her in his arms. His grin was both cocky and teasing. “Shaky ground, Sitko?”
“Didn’t you feel that earthquake that rumbled through here?”
A low sound of amusement escaped him as he pulled her closer, going to his feet. Still holding her, he drifted toward the back of the apartment.
Giddy hope rose, cutting through the endorphins raging in her system. “You taking me to bed?” she asked.
He shouldered the door at the end of the short hall. “Puttingyou to bed.”
Soft sheets met her skin, and a moment later he’d pulled the quilt over her. She wiggled up on her elbows, the fabric barely covering her breasts. “You’re leaving me?”
“Yup.” Rafe knelt, leaning in for another kiss.
He pulled away when she attempted to put her arms around his neck, slipping from her grasp to stand over her. His erection pressed the front of his jeans, the thick length clearly visible as he adjusted his stance. Hands resting on his hips for a moment as he seemed to be trying to memorize her.
Unbelievable. “You’re leaving me. When you’re likethat. And I’m like…this. Naked,this.”
His smile never faltered. “Night, Sitko. Sweet dreams.”
He turned and walked away.
Laurel collapsed back onto her pillow, satisfaction and frustration warring within her. Stupid stubborn ass. Just like always.
The familiar connection between them coloured with somethingmorewarmed her as she rolled over and stared at the clock until it blurred and vanished.
