Midnight Sins (13 page)

“I dare you.” He breathed out against her ear. “I

dare you to tell me ‘no.’”

He had braced one hand against the wall, and

pushed the other beneath her sweatshirt, immediately

finding silky, heated, naked flesh.

He flattened his hand against her stomach,

feeling the muscles clench and ripple in response. His

fingers moved to the snap of her jeans.

“Rafer, please!” A beseeching little whimper

slipped past her lips. As though she wanted to. She

wanted to tell him no. She wanted to deny it, refuse

the pleasure.

He knew it, and a part of him hated her for it.

“Don’t do this to us,” she whispered, her voice

hoarse despite the softening of her body as the snap

of her jeans released and his fingers gripped the tab

of the zipper. “You’ll destroy us both Rafer.”

One hand jerked to his wrist, her delicate fingers

gripping it as he slid the zipper down.

“And this hunger isn’t already destroying us?” His

fingers were almost shaking as he pushed them into

the opening he’d made in the jeans, her fingers

uncurling but still lying against his forearm. “Tell me,

Cami, how could it be worse?”

He prayed he didn’t give her a chance to answer,

because he knew it could get worse. He had seen it

worse.

But this, this was paradise. This was a healing

balm to the pain that often racked his soul. This was

Cami, and God help him, he needed her.

His fingers found the folds of her pussy, so slick

and naked to the touch. He had to clench his teeth to

hold back the groan rising in his chest.

“You still wax,” he whispered as her legs shifted,

parting farther for him rather than closing against his

touch. “I love the feel of your bare pussy, Cami.

Feeling it against my fingers.” He licked the shell of

her ear as he fought to breathe. “Against my tongue,”

he said with rising hunger. “I’m going to fuck you with

my tongue, baby. Fuck you and taste your come as

you orgasm. I’m going to lick every sweet drop of it

from your pussy.”

He stroked his fingers around her clit as he

spoke, plumping it, exciting it as he felt it throb and

swell beneath his fingers.

“Why?” she whispered. “Why do you have to do

this to me?”

He slid his fingers lower, parting the plump,

swollen flesh and finding the clenched entrance of her

cunt.

“Why?” Was the anger churning with the hunger

inside her as it was for him? “Because you ran from

me. Not just once or twice, Cami. Three times. You

ran from me as though you were too ashamed to face

the fact you had let a Callahan touch you. Because

you left before I even awoke, and thought I’d take it.”

Two fingers. With two fingers he pushed inside

with a determined, hard stroke as the silky juices

gathered around his them and aided the penetration.

Her snug flesh was liquid-hot, her too-tight pussy

clenching and rippling around the impalement.

She was still virgin tight, reminding him how long

it had taken him to work his cock inside her

untouched flesh that first time. And the two years after.

He’d known each time he took her that there had

been no other lovers. No other man had touched what

he had been the first to claim.

“We could be stuck here for days,” he groaned

as she cried out against the penetration. “Just think of

how many ways I could fuck you, Cami. And if you’re

as brave as you were five years ago, I’ll end up

sinking my dick up that sweet ass of yours before you

leave.”

Pressing her hips closer, he ground his jeanscovered

dick against her rear at the thought. She

would be a virgin there as well as untouched. The

extremity of the pleasure he could give her was

unknown. The thought of the uncontrolled violence of

her pleasure—a pleasure only he would give her—

had him desperate for her now.

And it was no less intense for her. He could hear

it in the low cadence of her moans, feel it in the clench

of her ass against him, and her pussy gripping his

fingers. Her juices spilled slick and hot around him

with each thrust of his fingers, each slow grind of her

hips.

“Rafer.” The sound of his name on her lips had

the power to make his dick harder, thicker. And he

would have thought that was impossible.

He wanted inside her. So deep inside her that he

couldn’t tell where he ended and she began. So deep

that when it was over it would be like ripping her heart

from her chest to deny him, because that was what it

was like for him. Like killing himself.

“Please—” Her hips churned moving against his

thrusting fingers with jerky, desperate movements, as

her sex clenched and milked his fingers hungrily.

“You want me inside you, don’t you, Cami?” he

said. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you, baby?

Deeper and harder than before. Fuck you until you

can’t live without my cock sliding inside you any more

than I could live without your sweet pussy milking the

come from my balls.”

He pushed his hand up her torso, his palm

finding a bare, unrestrained breast and he cupped the

swollen mound with hungry desperation.

Her nipple was spike hard against his touch and

responsive beneath the rasp of his thumb as he

caressed her. It tightened further beneath his touch,

the mound of breast becoming more swollen.

“Rafer. God, yes,” she cried out as he found that

spot in her pussy that had her jerking against him as

his thumb stroked the berry-hard tip of her breast. “Oh

God, it’s been so long,” she moaned.

She was beginning to lose herself to pleasure.

Her pussy spasmed around his fingers as her hips

shifted and ground into the penetration. The ripple of

her inner muscles around each thrust was heaven and

hell. The need biting at his cock, aching in his balls,

was nearly more than he could stand.

This was what being with Cami was. Sensations

so rich, so striking, it was all a man could do to

survive it.

“Tell me, Cami,” he demanded his lips against

her ear, his need to hear her acceptance tearing at

him. “Are you brave enough, Cami girl? Tell me what

you want. Are you hungry enough to ask for what you

want now?”

Her head tipped back to rest against his

shoulder. Each breath that passed her lips was a little

moan as she fucked his fingers back. Her hips moved

hard and fast. The warning ripples of her release

began to tighten around his fingers as her body lifted

and strained against him.

“Tell me, or I’ll stop.” He wouldn’t stop. He didn’t

dare. His fingers were moving inside her. The need to

feel her release becoming more desperate by the

second.

Quick, hard strokes buried inside her flesh. His

fingertips stroked the walls of her pussy. Each caress

found nerve endings so sensitive that she was crying

out begging with each whimper that left her throat.

“Please.” Her hands gripped his wrists, holding

on to him as she began to pant for air. Her lashes

feathered against her cheek. Her eyes closed, as her

lips parted, and her expression began to tighten with

her impending release. “Please, Rafer. Fuck me,” she

pleaded breathlessly. “Fuck me until I come for you.”

He nearly spilled his seed in his jeans with no

more than the sound of her voice begging for his

touch, his fingers, his possession.

He increased the strokes, driving inside her

harder, faster, as he began to work her into the

release she begged so prettily for.

“Let me feel you come on my fingers first, baby.

First my fingers, then I’ll fuck your sweet pussy with my

tongue until you’re begging to come on it, too.”

He was too far gone, too far enmeshed in the

hunger tearing through him to stop now. The need to

pleasure her was suddenly deeper, more driving than

his own need for release. Nothing else mattered,

nothing else was as important as giving Cami the

pleasure, the sheer ecstasy she deserved.

The long, ragged wail that left her lips was barely

audible. As though the violence of the spiraling

sensations had stolen the last breath she possessed

as she suddenly tensed and began shuddering

violently in his arms.

Her pussy flexed, tightening until he was forced to

bury his fingers inside her and simply stroke the over

excited flesh with his fingertips rather than risk hurting

her with hard thrusts. The orgasm that tore through her

and rippled around him, tightening her flesh around

them had her juices rushing across his fingers.

So tight, the thought of having his cock buried in

her as she came so violently made him insane to fuck

her.

He existed purely for this pleasure.

In the back of his mind, Rafer knew he had been

born to possess this one woman. That he could easily

find himself living simply for the chance to touch her,

to feel her coming for him, to hear his name as a

gasping plea on her lips.

And if he wasn’t very very careful, she would

destroy him when she slipped away from him again.

When Cami collapsed against him, her breathing

harsh, heavy, Rafe lowered his head to her ear once

more.

“Now, it’s my turn,” he said as she trembled

against him. “Are you ready for me, baby? Because

I’m damned sure ready for you.”

CHAPTER 4

She couldn’t do this.

As they tore off each other’s clothing, dropping

shirts, jeans, and in her case silk panties, Cami kept

telling herself she couldn’t allow this to happen.

This was Rafer Callahan. She had fought him,

fought this hunger, this attraction for him for as long as

she could remember. She had fought the emotional

ties she had felt tugging at her. Well, not always. Not

until Jaymi had been killed and she suspected her

sister had died because of her friendship with Rafe,

rather than because of a serial killer choosing her.

She had realized what those emotional ties could

cause. Losing Jaymi had nearly destroyed her world.

She wouldn’t survive losing Rafe.

As he tore her panties from her hips his lips were

on hers, his hands lifting her as her knees lifted and

gripped his hard, lean flanks. Her body refused to

obey the demands of her common sense. Her lips

refused to say “no.”

The stiff, furiously engorged flesh of his cock was

trapped between them, throbbing and pressing

against the swollen, sensitive bud of her clit. Every