Page 66 of Rocky Mountain Devil
“Undo your buttons for me,” he ordered. “That’s it. Slowly. Let’s see you get bare one inch at a time.”
Laurel took her time slipping the buttons free, but she had no intention of making him wait too long. She had the shirt undone, the tails hanging loose as she enjoyed his gaze following her fingers, heat tracing over each newly exposed bit of skin.
When she would’ve shrugged the material from her shoulders, he told her to stop.
“Do that thing you girls all know how to do. Remember—you showed me in junior high. Leave the shirt on, but take off your bra.”
She bit her lower lip to stop from laughing, reaching into her sleeves and pulling the shoulder straps free while leaving the rest of the bra in place. “You thought this was the neatest magic trick.”
“I don’t know what impressed me more. That you could take off your bra, or that you wore one in the first place.”
Their fingers met at the back of her body under her shirt as she reached behind her. He stroked his fingertips down her spine, waiting for her to finish undoing the hooks
The bra fell to the ground.
“Oh…”
Rafe’d caught her by the hips and lifted her, bringing her to his mouth so he could lick her nipple. She expected him to tease for a while, but after that first slick motion, he closed his lips around her and sucked, tongue flicking hard as he applied enough pressure to make her squirm.
Laurel let her head fall back. The warmth of the sun shining on her bare skin sent a delicious sensation of mischief through her. They were outside where it was private, and yet not.
He only had eyes for her.
She tossed his cowboy hat on top of the basket before stroking her fingers through his hair. Rafe’s grip tightened on her butt, squeezing in rhythm with the pulses of his mouth.
He brought her down onto his lap, dragging her forward until the thick ridge of his erection was directly between her legs. He took her lips as he rubbed her over his length, heat and pressure building as he teased with his tongue and lips.
It was natural to rock with him. It was impossible not to, it felt so good, and yet nowhere near as good as the other day when they’d been skin on skin.
Laurel tugged on his shirt, but he pulled away her hands. “You keep trying to get us naked, woman.”
“I know a good thing when I see it,” she teased.
“You’re on fire,” he retorted.
“You’re not cooling me off any, just saying.” She accepted the next kiss without trying to deepen it. Soaked in the sensation of him touching her. The privilege of touching him. “I want to make you feel good.”
“You have no idea.” He’d returned to nibbling on the section of her neck under her ear that he seemed fascinated with. “You have no idea how hot you make me. Getting to be around you. Knowing I can touch you whenever I want—it doesn’t mean I have to keep pushing it harder. It’s too damn good to rush.”
Laurel let loose a sigh of pleasure mixed with frustration, and it kind of came out like a hiccupping moan.
Rafe jerked to attention. “Well,thatwas interesting.”
She giggled. “Shut up.”
He peered at her, laughter dancing in his eyes. “No, seriously, that was a cool noise. Let’s see if you can make it again.”
Like a signal to begin a free-for-all, they teased and touched and played for the next fifteen minutes. Rolling on the blanket as they tickled and kissed, pausing every now and then to stare at each other.
Laurel stroked the back of her hand over his cheek. “At some point I want to do more than just fool around.”
“We will,” he promised. “When the time is right.”
Huh. Yeah.The right timeprobably wasn’t after that weird conversation about Jeff and faith and life that she’d dragged them through not even half an hour ago. “How’d you get so perfect?” she asked.
“I had this amazing friend back in school,” he told her. “She taught me a lot about having fun.”
It was like a bell went off.
