It wasn’t enough.
Her nerve endings were screaming in need, pulsating with the rising hunger for this man. Her flesh ached with a need she had never been able to assuage in any way except with him. She craved him.
Lifting her legs, she gripped his hard hips with her knees. Aligning the powerful wedge of his erection against the overly sensitive area between her thighs, her hips shifted and rocked against him.
All she cared about was being closer to him, feeling him, taking him and being taken.
Cami whimpered with the erotic pleasure pouring through her.
It had been two weeks since she had known any relief for the heat and hunger for him that tormented her.
Two weeks of aching need, of brutally erotic dreams. Fourteen days of the tormenting flush of lust that kept her pussy wet, swollen, and aching for him.
With her hips under his, Cami felt his hands cupping her ass, steadying her. She tightened her arms around his shoulders and held on tight as he turned and began moving through the house.
She knew where he was going. She knew better than to question how he knew how to get her there. He’d never been in her house that she knew of. But she had a feeling she wouldn’t have known of it unless he wanted her to.
Each step he took stroked his cock against the wet heat of her pussy, and even between the layer of denim that separated them Cami could feel the strength of the erection he was doing nothing to hide.
Then, he pulled his lips back from hers.
His kiss was gone as she was left panting, fighting to draw in air. He simply pulled back, then bent and eased her back to the bed.
“Rafer,” she whispered his name as she felt the comforter against her back, then her shoulders. “This isn’t a good idea.”
She had to force the words past her lips, the objection pulled from the worry, the fear that haunted her not quite as deeply as the arousal did.
Standing, his gaze narrowed on her as he unbuttoned his shirt then stripped it from his body. And he was ignoring her objection.
Thank God!
“Rafer,” she tried again anyway. “You know it isn’t. It’s just going to make things worse once reality returns.”
Had she somehow lost her mind?
He sat down on the bed and began pulling off his boots, obviously deaf to her objections.
Clear reason was finally beginning to intrude. She was all too aware of what she could possibly be risking. Her heart reminded her of all she had already lost. Her career.
But her body, like her lover, was ignoring every objection and was deaf to every argument. All her body wanted was the feel of him, the heat of the power of his body invading hers.
It was going to be up to her to find the strength to stop this. But that meant getting the hell away from him.
She tensed, preparing to roll from the bed.
“Move from this bed and I won’t give you that spanking I was considering.”
Cami stilled instantly, incredulity surging through her at the threat.
That and the sudden acceleration of her pulse thundering through her veins. The excitement she could feel making her nerve endings scream out of each sensation.
“That threat is just wrong, Rafer,” she protested weakly, hearing the hunger, the anticipation, building inside her.
“No, a hard dick pounding in my jeans all week is what’s wrong,” he retorted. “Craving the taste of your pussy while I should be sleeping is wrong. Jacking off and never coming hard enough to get a minute’s rest is really wrong.” Rising to his feet, he turned to her, his fingers flipping open the metal button fly of his jeans. Pushing them over his hips with a careless motion of his hands, his cock slipped free and stood imperatively out from his body. Like an arrow ready to fire.
Her mouth dried then watered.
Flicking her tongue over her lips hungrily, she was still amazed that she was able to take him as she did each time they had come together. Pleasure and burning resistance at once sensations that mixed to create an overpowering ecstasy she was becoming addicted to.
“We can’t keep doing this.” She could barely speak past the excitement suddenly pouring through her.
If this kept up then she would never find a way to live without his touch again. She would never survive without him.
“What? Sneaking around?” he growled, his expression hard and flashing with irritation. “I agree. Sooner or later I’ll get really sick of it and begin retaliating.”
A groan of exasperation and hunger slipped past her lips. “No, Rafer. This.” She waved her hand at his naked body.
“Well, baby, the occasional fuck never hurt anyone.” His smile was tight and hard. “Now take that pretty gown off before I tear it from you. Then, I want to watch as I fuck those pretty lips.”
Dominant, powerful. So sexy it sent a rush of clenching sensation to attack her womb. The tone of voice, the arrogance in his expression, and the lust filling his sapphire eyes had her so close to climaxing from just the sound of his explicit words that she trembled.
He would tear the gown from her. She could see it in his face.
And she would let him. She would love it.
Gripping the knee-length black silk as she sat up and wiggled it up to her hips, she pulled it off slowly and tossed it to the side of the bed. It slid over the edge slowly.
“Son of a fucking bitch,” he growled harshly.
Rafe would never get used to what the sight of her body did to him. The proof of her need for him was in the flushed, swollen mounds of her breasts, topped with candy-pink perfect nipples.
Her breathing was accelerated, her face flushed. The sassy cut of her hair messed around her head as small, sharp little ribbons of it lay over her forehead and cheeks.
She looked like a pixie, just as mischievous as hell and so damned sexy a man could lose his soul in her.
Forcing himself to hold back, to control the need to simply pound into her, Rafe slid his fingers into the short strands of her hair.
“Open your lips,” he demanded, watching as the kiss-swollen curves parted.
With the fingers of his other hand, he gripped the base of his dick and drew her forward.
He watched her eyes darken. Her lips parted further as he pressed his cock head against them. Thighs tightening, he groaned as the silken heat of her lips began to stretch around the width and her hot little mouth drew him in.
“Fuck, Cami,” he growled her name. “That’s my love. Suck my dick. Make me crazy for you.”
And she did just that.
Her tongue flicked and clicked.
Her lips tightened and the lush heat of her mouth sucked the width with tantalizing hunger.
Watching each shallow thrust past her lips and each flex of her cheeks had his balls tightening, the need for release pounding through them. The need to spill his come, to feel her sucking hungrily at each heated spurt had him forcing himself to pull back. To ignore the dazed hunger in her objection, he pushed her back on the bed.
Placing one knee on the bed, Rafe came down to her, forcing her to recline slowly, the dark gray of her eyes staring up at him with almost-bemused fascination as he almost touched her lips with his.
He was a second from tasting her lips again when his hand slid beneath the pillow at her side and they both froze.
Her eyes widened as she seemed to stop breathing as he stared down at her. His fingers curled around the base of a device he hadn’t expected to find.
A device she had no doubt been using that very night.
“What do we have here, kitten?” he crooned, the glow in his sapphire eyes intensifying with a lust that stole her breath.
“Rafer, please—” she whispered, wishing he would just ignore what he had found. Wishing he would just thrust into her and fill her with the throbbing heat of his dick.