Gage, Ronna - The Search is Over (Siren Publishing Classic) (15 page)

Rafe hung up the phone. “Tonight is going to be the best night in Candi’s life.”

“I am glad to help.”

“I bet you are. But when she thinks of this night, she will recall it with a smile. I’m going to make sure of it. Her every need will be met, her every fantasy will come true, and mine also.”

“Good! Maybe you will stop bitching and griping now.”

Rafe gave him a flustered look. “Shut up!”

Rafe spent the day tidying up, dusting, cleaning, and airing out the house. And now he worked in the kitchen putting the final touches on the shrimp and steak dinners he planned to serve. Wine coolers and beer chilled in the refrigerator, the steaks were marinating on the counter, and the shrimp were filleted and ready for the grill. Everything set, he took a step back. “Now, I just need Candi to come over.”

The closer it got to that time, the more nervous and anxious he became. He looked down and realized he had cleaned the same spot on the counter twice. He rolled his eyes and tossed the rag into the sink.

“Come on, man, find something else to do.”

He went into the living room, turned off the hard rock music, and put on a love songs station. The soft music filled the background and Rafe shook his head in amazement. “Yuck, how the hell can people listen to this sappy stuff?” He switched the radio to CD player and placed the metal love songs he had burned earlier into place. Satisfied with his music selection, he returned to the kitchen to toss the salad.

A knock on the door sounded, and his eagerness mounted. Excitement rushed through his body. He almost jogged to answer the door. The bout of tensions twisting his body eased when he opened the door and saw Candi standing on his porch.

Her smile brightened the dreary fog in his mind. Although plainly she looked tired, she didn’t let it stop her from coming over. The black sheath dress fit her form. A soft scoop neckline dipped low enough to reveal the tops of her breasts. The black satin sash tied at the left side of her waist hung to the hem of the dress. Rafe panned down her body.
How does she keep her sandals on her tiny feet? They have so many straps.

A sudden breeze lifted her hair, and her scent wafted in the air. He smelled the exotic fruits of her perfume. His stomach stirred at the scent and his cock hardened instantaneously at the seductive way her hair revealed her neck.

He moved aside to let her through the door. “Hello, gorgeous!”
he greeted. Her shy smile moved him. He backed her into the wall, bracing his hands on either side of her face, blocking her escape. Bending to her eye level, he laid a gentle kiss on her lips. Her hands rested softly on his waist. He could feel the heat from her palms sear his sides. His kiss deepened, and her hands gripped him tightly. For one moment, he grew less concerned about feeding their stomachs and focused more on their desire.

Rafe’s hand cupped her left breast. The flimsy low-cut bodice of her dress bunched in his large hands. In one fluid move, he pulled her dress down, baring her left breast. His tongue filled her mouth. She moaned in satisfaction to the intimate touch.

His hot, hungry mouth left hers and explored her neck, and then he sought out the peak of her nipple that he hungered to touch.

“Rafe…we can’t…do this…”

Her soft whisper of protest brought him to his senses. “Yeah, you’re right. We said we would wait.” Disappointment filled his senses at the repeated vow he mindlessly uttered. He straightened her dress. When her finger landed softly on his lips, his words hung in the air. He looked into the hungry gaze of her eyes. All thoughts and reasoning left his mind.

“No, we’re still by the front door.” She laughed. She looked around and pointed her chin to the living room. “I think we should go in there.”

Rafe rested his forehead on hers. “I got lost in the moment.” He shut the door, took her hand in his, and then led her into the living room.

Candi sat on the sofa. She looked so tired. “Don’t fall asleep on me, honey.”

“I won’t.” She yawned.

“I have a great dinner cooking over there.”

“I’m hungry.”

He stood up. “Would you like something to drink?”

“Thanks.”

“I got wine coolers and beer.” He walked into the kitchen grabbed two bottles from the fridge, and then opened them. He gave her the opened bottle of margarita-flavored wine cooler and saw the droopiness in her eyes. “You poor baby.”

She smiled then took a sip of the wine cooler. “You know what I would like at this very moment?”

Rafe took a swallow of his beer. “Hmm,” he moaned and shook his head.

“I want to make love.”

Rafe choked loudly on the beer. He wouldn’t have guessed in a million years that his own thoughts would leave his mind and, on the way out, try to choke him to death.

Candi quickly came to his side. “Oh! Rafe, are you all right?” She worried over him as she took his beer from his hand and set it on the table. “Damn. I wasn’t trying to kill you.” She laughed.

Rafe’s breathing returned to normal. “Must you wait until I am drinking something to drop bombshells like that on me? Woman, you’re going to be the death of me yet,” he complained, bringing her closer.

“I hope it’ll be a good death.”

Rafe watched her play with the buttons on his shirt. He leaned back against the sofa. She followed him as she kissed his bared chest, his nipples responding to her touch, much as hers did to his. His taut pecs flexed under her lips as they skimmed over the warmed skin. Her tongue traced the bared skin of his abdomen and his erection grew a little harder. His muscles rippled in response to her tender ministration.

She pulled his shirttail from his jeans, and hungry eyes captured his. She unfastened the buckle of his belt and unbuttoned his pants. She looked down at the opened material. “I wondered if your body hair was blond.”

She fingered the exposed, narrowing trail of fine, cotton-colored body hair that hid behind the fabric of his briefs. Her slow exploration of the stretchy material of elastic drove him crazy, but he lay before her stone-still. He didn’t press or rush her. He let her discover his body at leisure. Her long finger smoothed away the waistband.

Unable to keep his hands to himself, Rafe let them roam over her back, following the curve of her body. The tab of her zipper poked his hand. Not one to question fate, Rafe easily slid the zipper down her back. His finger hooked under the strap of her dress. He slipped it past her shoulder and followed it with heated kisses. The golden glow of her sun-kissed skin enticed him. The shadows played in the curves of her collarbone. He moved the bodice down past her elbows, folding it at her waist. He sucked in an air that caught in his chest at her beautiful body. Not even his fantasies were this good.

The flimsy, sheer material of the black lacy bra barely covered her skin. Rafe’s fingers played at the straps. He rolled her onto her back so he could look down at her beauty. Her arms framed her breasts, positioning them more fully for his view and pleasure. “I like this position.” He softly nipped her breast through the lacy bra. His large hands replaced his heated breath on the sheer material. He massaged her breasts. She inhaled sharply. His eyes watched her face as he skimmed a thumb over her right nipple. It instantly puckered to another level of hardness. Rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger kept it aroused by his touch. His tongue lapped at the valley between her breasts. Softly, he pinched her material-clad nipple. A whimper escaped her throat. She grabbed the fold of her dress as Rafe’s thumb gently stroked the depths of her cleavage. He eased the straps of her bra down past her elbows with the rest of her dress. He sucked her right nipple into his mouth and then pinched her left one. He then traded the favors to each one and gave full attention to the details.

Candi arched her breasts to him. “Rafe.”

“Not yet, baby. I have only begun.”

* * * *

Candi’s fantasies were coming true. The feel of his touch stood her nerves on end with wanting. She inhaled sharply at the erotic stimulus of lace on skin earlier. Her head still reeled from the friction it caused.

She thought she would feel embarrassed by her naked breasts in front of him, but instead, she was curious. The long and short suckles Rafe tendered to her breast, along with the pinches on her right one, sent her over into a tidal wave of desire.
How did he take me so quickly to that level?

Rafe wouldn’t let up on his foreplay. As he teased her left breast with his tongue and teeth, he eased his right hand under her dress. His fingers went inside her panties. She could feel the back of his finger touch the lips around her throbbing clit. “Ohhh.” Her eyes widened at the simple touch. Rafe applied more soft pressure. She ground her pussy into his hand.

“Yes, that’s my girl.”

Candi’s excitement piqued at his whispered encouragement. She reapplied the pressure even more. He backed her off his hand for a second. Easing the straps to her thong panties down to her upper thigh, he then gathered her skirt up to her hands. “Hold this.” Candi complied. She lay before him bare breasted, her pussy exposed to his touch. Softly, she licked her upper lip in anticipation. She could taste the salt of his skin on them. He used his thumb and forefinger to open her feminine flesh. His middle finger circled the entrance, and then sunk inside her.

She ground herself onto his finger. She heard him moan. Or, was it she?

“Mmm, you’re
so
wet.” He withdrew his finger and wet her with her own creamy juices. He licked his finger for a quick taste. “That’s sweet.” His thumb rotated the sensitive bud of her clit, his finger delving repeatedly in and out of her cunt. Each time the grinding of her hips met his penetrating finger. He took her right nipple into his hot mouth. She hissed. Her nipples and breast tingled. Thousands of sharp needles assaulted her with a pleasure-pain tingling. She almost screamed with delight at the intense pressure his suckling created. The increased pace of his finger, fucking her to orgasm. Her muscles contracted with each stroke across her clit. She screamed his name just before she soaked his hand with her creamy release. The waves of her orgasm racked her body in soft ripples of ecstasy. She felt the dewiness at the lips of her pussy. Opening her eyes, his cock peeked out at her from behind his zipper. Her eyes opened wider at the thickness and length of his fully aroused staff.
It almost touches his navel
.

Rafe,” she whispered in his ear. “I want you.” Her hands wrapped around his engorged bulge, holding and fondling him with an almost animal magnetism.

She felt the soft material of her dress release its hug on her body as Rafe gently slipped it down to her ankles. The coolness of the air conditioner mixed with the heat of her desire made her body shake in rapture.

“Candi.”

The whispered consolation was all he gave her in that moment. Standing before him naked for the first time, Candi felt shy and uncertain.
What does he think of my body?
She dared to look into his eyes. His smile of appreciation gentled her fears.

“I couldn’t have dreamt of a better body.”

His declaration made her feel beautiful.

“Let me get a blanket.” He took the blanket from the sofa and laid out a pallet for her to lie on. Tenderly he guided her to the floor.

Candi watched him slowly peel away his shirt. His bared arms bulged with muscles. His hard body was perfect. Candi’s mouth watered at the sight of him, and she began to stroke herself. He shed his jeans, and his bulging cock sprang out at her

“Do you like what you see?” he asked.

The confident grin and bobbing eyebrows challenged her to respond. “Is there anything else you would like to show me?”

“I can think of a few things.”

Rafe knelt down at her knees, opened her legs, and watched as she stroked her clit. “I can see the cream of your juices on you.”

“What do you think about me stroking myself?”

“I’m going to die from the throbbing pain in my dick.”

“What will make you feel better?”

“Heat! I need heat!”

“What kind of heat?”

“The hot, liquid heat that only you can supply.” He leaned over her. “I need it now.” He closed his arms around her before she could achieve her release. The peaks of her breasts grazed his chest. He bent and kissed her deeply, then softened the kiss when she went limp under his body. She let his tongue and lips explored every part of her body. His finger found the hot core between her legs, and there it stayed.

“You’re still wet.” He delved into her deeper. “Like a honey pot,” he whispered. The graphic description aroused her more. He drew the finger and tasted it again. “Sweet! You are like a candy that can never satisfy my sweet tooth.” Her need and desire reflected in his eyes, but he wasn’t ready to give up the glorious search of her body.

Cupping her slender thighs, he bent her knees and opened her wider. She knew he would benefit from the position, but her own benefits were stoked. He used his tongue to repeatedly lick and suck her to orgasm. The near-violent quake of her body vibrated through her. Rafe held her clit within his mouth, drinking her in.

“Rafe!” She grasped his biceps. He stood up. “Come to me…” She took his face in her hands. “…Make love to me.”