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“I did it!” she cried. “Score one for me!”
Chapter 19 - Gwen
His scent overwhelmed her. He smelled of forest, of sea, of sky, campfires, fresh-cut grass, and everything good. Logically, Gwen knew it was impossible for a man to carry all those scents at once, but somehow, Rafael did. She buried her nose into his neck, needing more. She filled her lungs, and the tension inside of her broke.
It wasn’t just the thrill of correctly performing the spell. It was theapology. Hearing those words had cut down the last of those bristling defenses, and now Gwen wanted nothing more than to show him how much she forgave him. It was all she’d needed, that acknowledgment. Her arms tightened around him as she tilted her chin just enough so it was her lips rather than her nose pressed to his skin.
Rafael shuddered against her. His strong arms tightened, and he let out a breathy little moan. Liquid fire settled in her pelvis, making her grow moist. Gwen kissed him again, more deliberately this time. She nipped at the sensitive skin just below his jaw, and Rafael shuddered again. Goddess, she loved that she could evoke this reaction from him. Her lips moved across his Adam’s Apple, and his hands moved to cup her buttocks, squeezing them as he pulled her closer, hip to hip.
“I want…” Rafael said unsteadily. “Gwen…”
“I want Rafael,” she answered teasingly.
One of his hands left her ass and moved to her jaw. He tilted her face toward him. The lust settled in his dark eyes took her breath away. There were too many clothes between them. Far, far too many clothes. She needed his skin against hers. Needed his touch, needed to see the intensity in his eyes as he entered her.
“Hold on,” he rumbled, his hands closing around hers as she started tugging at the hem of his shirt. He glanced around quickly, then stepped back. The loss of his heat made her shudder, but then they began to move. Rafael pulled her to the elevator and slammed his fist into the button to take them to the upper floor.
The elevator lurched, and Rafael pulled Gwen to him, her back to his chest, her ass nestled against his swelling cock. It pressed through their clothes against her low back, and Gwen groaned, her fingers curling into his shirt. She thrust back against him, impatient for more contact.
“Fuck, Gwen,” Rafael growled with a laugh. “Have a little patience. We’re almost at my office. Anyone can see us here.”
“So? We’re married,” she shot back, but allowed space between them. The molten fire in her blood made it difficult to think, but he was right. She didn’t want to put on a show for any hapless passers-by.
The elevator dinged open, and they stumbled from inside in a flurry of limbs. Rafael half-carried her into his office, locking the door behind them. Once they were inside, the fervor cooled slightly, and the question ofwhenturned into the question ofhow. Gwen turned toward her husband, letting herself soak in the sight of him.
“You are so handsome,” she breathed, letting her hands trace over his form. He was well-built, with that sharp jaw and dark hair. Yes, he was conventionally attractive, but that wasn’t what she loved most about him. “You’re so kind. You care and you work hard and you’ve done so much to try to make life better for the pack, even the people who don’t matter.”
Rafael closed his hand around hers and brought her wrist to his lips. “Everyone matters, Gwen.”
“You know what I mean.”
He kissed her again, moving slowly up to her elbow and beyond. Shivers ran down Gwen’s spine. There was none of the same urgency she’d felt in the hall below, none of the conflicted emotion she’d dealt with the last time this need had overwhelmed her. Her body cried out for more, but even those gentle touches were enough for her to feel the beauty of their connection.
Rafael cupped her cheek in his hand, staring intently at her. His gaze moved slowly over her features, as though he was trying to memorize her in this moment. Then he leaned forward and kissed her, slowly again. Gwen accepted his pace, her head tilting back to reach him. His arms encircled her waist, and he moved her backward toward the desk. His motions were languid as he cleared a space on it, then undid her jeans.
Gwen reached to help him, but Rafael stopped her. He took her hands and instead put them on her own breasts. He kneaded them with her fingers, and the sensations were amplified. Then he kissed the swell of her breast, just over her fingers, and his hands dropped again. He eased her jeans and panties down together, helping her loop one foot then the other out of them.
With one motion, he lifted her onto the desk and nudged her legs open with his knees. Then he removed her shirt and bra and looked down at her. Gwen had always found it strange that the woman ended up naked while the man was fully clothed in the books and movies. She’d thought it put the woman in a vulnerable position, bared to him and the audience while the man got to keep his clothes on.
In this moment, she didn’t feel vulnerable. She felt powerful. The way Rafael’s breathing hitched sent a spiralof pleasure through her. She had this power over him, one that drove him speechless. His hands lingered over her skin, touching her lightly as though he was waiting for permission to do more. Gwen leaned forward and tugged the hem of his shirt. Rafael let her undress him without a word, still gazing at her as though she were a goddess.
His nude body was so beautiful it could make her weep. Gwen sighed in delight as she let her hands roam over his form, enjoying the softness and warmth of his skin.
Rafael bent his head toward her. Their mouths met, and his tongue pressed into her. Her hand dropped to his erect cock, and Rafael pushed two fingers into her, his thumb circling her clit. She was already wet, lubricating his touch. A jolt went through her as his thumb brushed over her swollen clit. Gwen moaned into his mouth, her hand moving softly, stroking him.
“Fuck, Gwen,” he groaned. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Gwen would disagree with that statement. She felt his breathing hitch as she moved her hand, saw the way his eyes grew heavier with pleasure and satisfaction. If anything, he couldn’t see what he did to her. She wanted him to know. Wanted him to feel her pleasure the same way she did. Her hips rocked toward his hand, pushing his fingers deeper.
It took her a ridiculously short time for her thighs to start trembling. Rafael let out a heavy grunt, and then he pulled his hand away. His clean hand fisted in her hair, pulling her closer to him. The slight sting along her scalp made Gwen gasp, but then Rafael was inside of her. He moved with such delicious precision that she gasped. Her fingers dug into his back. The desk creaked with their movements.
“You’re fucking me on your desk,” she gasped out as the first rolls of pleasure washed from her core down her legs.
Rafael’s rhythm stuttered. “Wh—” He didn’t seem to have the brainpower to finish the question.
“Don’t you remember? When we were talking about me moving to the mainland to go to college, I said if I did, you could fuck me on your desk.” Gwen tangled her fingers through his hair, bringing him closer so she could lick the hollow of her throat. “You said it sounded unsanitary.”
“I was young and stupid.”
