Midnight Sins (12 page)

back to him, the quiet, even tone at odds with the

conflict he could see in her eyes.

What the hell had happened to the sweet, loving

Cami he had once known?

“Afraid temptation will get the best of you?”

Letting his gaze drift over her, Rafe made damned

certain she remembered everything he knew she

wanted to forget.

She flushed. Her gray eyes darkened in both

arousal as well as anger. Temptation was the least of

her worries. It wasn’t the temptation that was going to

get her back into his bed. It was the memories that

would accomplish that. The memories of pleasure so

hot, so intense it had sent her running in fear when

she thought he had finally gone to sleep. Oh yeah, he

had her now and there would be no escape. At least,

not until someone managed to dig the snow out of his

road.

His cock throbbed, pulsing in memory of the

sweetest pleasure he had ever known, buried in the

ultratight, fiery hot grip of her pussy. For a second, the

remembered sound of her shattered cries, the feel of

her going wild atop him, riding his dick until they both

exploded in a release he swore marked something

inside him. It was definitely a memory that tortured

him with a hunger no other could slake. The memory

of it had the power to keep him awake at night. And it

made him ache.

Five years. For five years he had been tormented

with that memory, unable to find that release with any

other woman, and ache for the pleasure and the

woman who caused it, until at times he swore even

his back teeth hurt from the need.

“Stop, Rafer.” She shivered hard as the wind

whipped around them and the memories heated

them. “We agreed—”

“We didn’t agree to a damn thing; you fucking

decided to pretend it didn’t happen without so much

as consulting me. And I’ve had enough of the cold. I’m

going inside.”

He turned and slammed inside the house,

entering the warmth of the kitchen. Furious now, his

drunk wearing off, Rafe stalked to the counter and the

coffeemaker he prepped for morning.

Flipping the switch, he stood, waiting until the

dark liquid began streaming into the pot. Behind him,

the door opened, then closed again softly, bringing

with it the sweet, clean scent of the blizzard and the

woman he hadn’t been able to even try to forget.

He stared at the wall, anger churning along with

the lust and creating a searing heat in his gut.

She still wore that familiar spicy scent he

remembered. It tugged at a man’s memory making

him think of summer, sex, and pleasure. The scent of

her perfume became a little deeper, a little more

evocative, and hot when she melted beneath him.

“What the hell are you doing out in a blizzard

anyway?” he asked, keeping his back to her as he

pulled two mugs from the cabinet over the

coffeemaker.

“I was visiting my parents in Aspen.” There was

no sense of reluctance or hesitation in her voice as

there had been the last time she had spoken to him at

that damned funeral. But it also wasn’t as husky and

sexy as it had been the last time he’d had her. Or the

first time.

His balls tightened in agony.

Son of a bitch, forgetting the pleasure he found in

her was like trying to forget the sweetest paradise

ever experienced after being thrown from it.

“And how are your parents?” It was a social

nicety and one he had to force past his lips.

How she could stomach even acknowledging her

parents, he had never been able to figure out. Neither

her mother nor her father had been supportive of her.

They hadn’t even pretended to care about her.

“I was there to help Dad settle Mother into a rest

home. She never recovered from the stroke she had

in the summer.” There was a poignant sadness in

Cami’s voice. He couldn’t imagine it was because

either parent had tried to make her feel accepted, let

alone loved.

No, it had been her aunt and uncle who protected

her after her sister had been killed, it had been her

aunt and uncle, Ella and Eddy, who had celebrated all

the successes and failures, both big and small, with

her.

Rafe’s jaw clenched as he turned back to Cami,

forcibly pushing those memories aside. “I’m sorry

about your mother, Cami,” he said sincerely. For her

and for her parents. They’d made her life hell and they

both knew it. Cami’s compassion and the love she’d

always felt for her parents had been apparent, though.

It was a damn shame they hadn’t cared nearly as

much for her as she had for them.

“Thank you for that, Rafer.” Cami nodded as she

remained poised at the back door. “And thank you for

meaning it.”

His lips thinned. He wasn’t going to broach the

subject of her parents any further. To do so would only

invite the destruction of the fragile truce he could feel

settling between them. Though why one would be

needed, he wasn’t quite certain. What the hell had he

done to make Cami hate him? Or had she too simply

given into the hatreds that rose from his past?

That past was a bitter, poisonous brew best left

untasted, unremembered, and unvisited.

“I saw your father in town just after I returned

home,” he told her.

He’d been back since early fall, and she hadn’t

even called. Not that he had expected to hear from

her. He’d never imagined she
would
call. But still, he’d

watched his cell phone. He’d watched the driveway,

and he’d watched for her in town. He hadn’t given up

on her, even if he was certain she had never even

considered attempting to find out what it was that lit

such a spark between them and had them blazing out

of control so quickly.

“I heard Logan and Crowe had returned as well.”

There was an edge of worry in her voice now, and he

wondered if she even realized it.

His cousins, Logan and Crowe Callahan, along

with himself, were considered the scourge of

Sweetrock, Colorado, and the citizens most likely to

kill everyone else in their sleep, he thought

sarcastically.

“They have,” he agreed. “Crowe went back to the

cabin his mother left him in the mountains for a while

and Logan has moved into the house in town. We

finally managed to win the property that was left to us

when our parents died. We’re fighting over everything

else now.”

She bit at her lip as he turned from her and

poured the coffee. Yeah, they were all home now. If

everyone didn’t know it by now, then the good citizens

of Sweetrock weren’t as diligent in their gossip as

they used to be.

Turning back, he set the coffee in front of her and

watched as Cami wrapped her fingers around the cup

and stared into the contents.

“It’s not poisoned,” he promised as he sipped at

his coffee to prove it was safe.

“I never imagined it was.” That frown edged

between her brows again. “Stop reading something

into everything I do and say. I never imagined for a

minute you would hurt me Rafe. Since when did you

begin believing something so asinine?”

“And you’re being too sensitive yourself,” he told

her. “That wasn’t what I mean by it, Cami. I was being

facetious.”

“You’re never facetious.” She shook her head in

denial. “I take you at face value, because that’s how

you are.”

He had always tried to be, but there had been

times over the years that he had wished he wasn’t so

damned honest. That trait could be decidedly

inconvenient when the rest of the world just loved a

good lie.

He sipped his coffee, refusing to comment or to

refute her statement.

“I really need to get home,” she finally sighed as

she lifted the cup to her lips again.

Rafe let her take a sip, gave it time to hit her

system, then sat back in his chair and watched her

with lazy amusement.

“It’s not happening, sweet pea,” he told her lightly.

“Even I’m not crazy enough to try to drive in that

particular blizzard. We wouldn’t even make it out of

the drive to the main road.”

She brushed back the long fringe of bangs that

fell over her forehead. Rafe realized then that her

fingers were shaking.

Glancing at the vein throbbing at her throat, he

saw the hard, quick pulse as it thundered beneath her

flesh.

Excitement or fear?

There wasn’t a chance it was fear. She was

aroused. Hot. Horny. She was ready to fuck. At least

her body was. And he could just imagine how sweet

and tight her pussy was.

“I’m going to fuck you before you leave here,” he

told her carefully, leaning forward against the table as

he braced his forearms on the top and stared into her

shocked face. “I’m going to have the sweetest treat

right here on this table when I bury my lips in your

pussy and lap at the sweetest cream in the world.

Then, I’m going to watch, Cami. While those pretty,

pink lips stretch around my dick, I’m going to watch

while I sink every inch of it up your hot little pussy.”

Her lips parted, eyes widening, her face flushed

a becoming peach, almost the color of her pussy in

full arousal.

“Tell me, do you still moan and cry when you

come? Do you make your lovers growl like an animal

when they come inside you because it’s so fucking

good they could die in that moment and never regret

it?”

“Stop.” She stumbled from the table, heading for

the door as Rafe jumped from the chair, uncaring as it

crashed to the floor, and caught her around her waist.

In the next heartbeat he had her front pressed against

the wall, his harder, taller body pressing against her

back.

“Don’t say stop, damn you,” he said his head

bent, his lips touching the delicate shell of her ear.

“Say no. Go ahead, Cami, fucking say it. Tell me you

don’t fantasize about having me inside you. Fucking

you like I’m dying for you.” Tell me that you don’t touch

yourself, whisper my name, and masturbate to the

memory of my dick stretching you to the point where

you didn’t know if it was pleasure or pain. Go ahead.

Tell me, damn you, that you don’t want my dick buried

inside you so bad it’s all you can do to breathe for it.”

A whimper, a fragile, soft little cry, was his only

answer as he watched her fingers curl into a fist

against the wall, felt her body tense as she fought

against the hunger.