Page 70 of Desperate Justice
Now or never. Allison’s eyes widened. “What kind of fantasies?”
“You. Me. Naked. In bed all night.” Had he added a deep grunt, like a caveman, he couldn’t have made his intent clearer.
Her wild gaze whipped around, and for a heart-stopping moment, he feared he’d gone too far.
Spotting the waiter, she waved like a drowning woman flagging down a lifeboat. “Waiter! A box and the check please. We’re in a hurry.”
While the waiter scurried off, she pointed to her backpack. “I hope like hell you brought condoms, Rodriguez, because I didn’t.”
Rafe laughed. What a woman. “No worries. I came prepared.”
Uncertainty flickered on her face. “So you planned to get lucky with some woman on this trip?”
Ally, don’t do that to yourself. Rafe reached for her hand and caressed it. “Not some woman. You. You’re the one I wanted, Allison. For a long time now.”
* * *
Once inside his hotel room, she felt frantic to climb into bed with him. But Allison realized Rafe had different ideas.
She kicked off her shoes when he pulled her into his arms. Rafe leaned forward and cupped her face. Slowly, so slowly, his mouth descended upon hers. Firm and commanding, yet gentle and warm, oh, so warm and amazing.
Oh wow, the man knew how to kiss.
Crazy. She’d dreamed of kissing him. Such a kiss haunted her at night when she slipped into sleep and had the good sex dreams, the ones you never wanted to go away. The ones that left her aching and sweating and needy, but they were better than the awful emptiness of not having anyone or anything to look forward to.
Such a kiss would be life-changing. Her bar was set too high; her expectations too much.
This was what it was like to kiss someone you truly cared about, even if you only admitted it in your dreams. This was a kiss she never wanted to end, sensations she sank into deeper and deeper. It was hot and sweet and spicy all rolled together. Allison slid her arms around his neck, never wanting to surface for air, never wanting it to end like her dreams did. This was much better than any dream. This was real and she felt every nuance, every subtle slide of his lips over hers, sealing them together as if they drew breath from each other.
When they broke apart, they stared at each other. A pulse beat madly at the base of his throat. Rafe looked like he barely clung to control. This wasn’t a guy who hesitated at going after what he wanted.
He went full steam ahead and right now, he wanted her.
The thought made her heady with power as they unzipped and unbuttoned and shed their clothing.
When she was fully naked, he pushed her gently back onto the bed. “I want you so much,” he said in a thick voice. “I can barely wait. But damn, Ally, I’ve wanted this for so long, I want the night to last. I need to make it special.”
Then he spread her legs open.
Rafe opened the take-out box he’d placed on the nightstand and dipped his fingers into the dessert. He held up the whipped cream and a bright, shiny cherry.
“Dessert. Never got mine.”
Oh boy, this was going to be good. She shivered a little as he smeared the cream over her vagina, and then added the gooey cherry.
Then he put his mouth on her. Slow, even strokes, expert little flicks of his tongue.
“Mmm,” he murmured.
Every movement of his mouth built the pleasure higher and higher. Suddenly he stopped and lifted his head.
“Shall I continue,mi angel?” he inquired.
“Oh, my sweet buttered biscuit, don’t stop,” she gasped, arching her back. “Please, Rafe, don’t stop. I’m gonna die.”
Licking whipped cream off his lips, he grinned the wicked grin of promise of a man who knew exactly what he was doing. “No,mi angel. Not until I send you over the edge.”
His mouth descended on her soft flesh again. Allison moaned, grabbing fistfuls of sheet. Her hips automatically pumped in response to the motions of his mouth, readying her for the ultimate act of penetration. Sensing her frantic whimpers, he increased the pressure subtly, faster, harder, stroking her closer to the edge until sensations exploded between her legs.
