“How long is this going to go on, bella?”
She felt tears prick at her eyeballs, and she took a longer gulp of the wine. She wasn’t sure she was ready for this. Choices. She would have to make hard choices. Whether to leave her job wasn’t as hard as she would have thought. If she got involved with one of them, she would have to ask for a transfer, but she’d been thinking about that anyway. She’d been thinking of using her degree in psychology in the victim’s services department. All the death was getting to her.
It was choosing between them that would kill her. Either way she went, she lost one of them.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea, Rafe.”
“Because of Cam?”
Laura nodded, unwilling to say that she was equally in love with two men. What kind of woman did that make her?
“What if I told you that Cam and I have talked about this? What if I told you that Cam and I are willing to give you some time to make your decision? We’re not stupid, bella, and neither are you. We’ve both become very attached to you. Neither one of us wants to let you go, but we also have no interest in simply being your friend for the rest of our lives. I want you. I want you so badly I can taste it. Cam wants you, too.”
Rafe’s hands came out and found the curve of her hip. He drew her forward until she was in the cradle of his body. He turned his head down, staring into her eyes. “Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll stop.”
She set the wine down before she lost the glass. She could feel the long, hard line of his erection poking at her through the wool of his slacks. Her head was swimming with wine and arousal. Her whole body felt like it was being primed for pleasure. She needed to move away from him, but her chin tilted up and then there was no escape.
His lips brushed hers, a soft touch like silk kissing against her skin. Their noses scraped together. It was an innocent intimacy, but her heart was suddenly swollen with the sweetness of it. She lifted her head up and went onto her toes, silently requesting more.
He went slowly, his lips pressing down on hers, seducing her mouth. He didn’t push her. He simply made love to her mouth with agonizing persuasion. He kissed her over and over, light touches to her lips. He pressed soft kisses starting on one side of her mouth, touching every inch, and then making the trip again once he’d gotten to the other side. His hands threaded through her hair, holding her still as he explored her face. He kissed her nose and her cheeks. She closed her eyes so his lips could touch her there, too. He kissed her forehead and then made his way back down. It was so much more than lust. Lust she might have been able to refuse, but Rafe’s tender care sucked her in like nothing before.
“I want you so badly, bella.” The words were lyrical coming out of his mouth. When he was aroused, his Cuban accent flared, giving a round seduction to every word that flowed. “You’re so beautiful. I’ve never known a woman as beautiful as you.”
Laura shuddered as Rafe’s tongue played along the seam of her lips, lighting a fire in her pussy. She was softening, preparing for him, and it felt too fucking good to deny. Her whole body had gone languid, waiting impatiently for his hands to roam across her skin.
“Open for me, bella. Let me taste you.”
She opened her mouth, and his tongue swept in. It glided across hers, begging her to play. It was wrong. She knew it was wrong, but it felt right. She cared about him. Hell, she loved him. Why was it wrong to have him just once? She needed him so badly. The events of the day, of the whole last year weighed on her so heavily that it was like a weight lifting to just let go and feel. Laura gave in and let her hands cup his broad shoulders.
“Yes, oh yes, bella.” He whispered the words against her mouth before he plunged inside. His tongue was rapacious now, as though he’d been let off a leash. His hands pulled her in as his mouth took hers. He pushed her against the countertop, taking up all the space. His cock ground against her pelvis. Laura heard herself whimper because his cock was hitting her clit, rubbing against it through his slacks and her skirt.
Too tight. She couldn’t get her legs open. The pencil skirt she’d worn had seemed very professional, but now it hemmed her in. She wanted to wrap her legs around Rafe’s hips so she could feel that massive cock against her pussy. It felt huge and rock hard. It would feel so good inside her.
She let her hands run down his torso, deeply hating the fabric that covered him.
“Feel me.” Rafe ripped open his dress shirt, the buttons pinging to the floor.
Laura looked down to see his perfectly cut chest. She ran her fingers over the muscles of his stomach and up along his ribs. Every part of him was smooth, the skin soft, but the flesh underneath was like steel. Rafe’s hands went to the buckle of his belt. He unbuckled the belt and undid the top of his pants, revealing a thin line of dark hair that led down.
Laura leaned over and did what came naturally. She kissed him from the hollow of his neck down. She tasted his flesh, clean and masculine. She licked at his flat nipples, loving the way they tightened for her. She gently worked her way around the nipple and then moved to the next one.
“Bite me, bella. Just a little. I like it rough. I want to feel your teeth on me.”
The idea made her clench. Moisture was making her slick and wet for him. She bit down on his nipple and was rewarded with a sharp hiss.
“Yes. That’s what I want. I want you wild.”