Midnight Sins (16 page)

for you.”

Cami had felt something inside her that had

struggled to survive over the years simply fade away.

Perhaps it was the love she should have known for

her parents. Perhaps it was the compassion for their

weaknesses that had seemed to hobble her all her

life.

Whatever it was, it had just faded away inside

her as though it had never existed.

She should have used her common sense rather

than her emotions tonight. Her emotions were about

to get her into more trouble than she wanted to deal

with.

As Rafe lifted himself from her, Cami deliberately

kept her eyes closed, her breathing even. She

refused to leave that halfway place where the past the

didn’t matter and the future hadn’t yet arrived. God

knew she didn’t think she could handle any more

upheaval inside her or around her. She wanted to stay

right where she was, safe and warm inside. While the

realizations and realities she faced remained at a

distance.

Rather than forcing her from that place, Rafer slid

his arms beneath her and carried her slowly up the

huge staircase and into his bedroom. He didn’t speak

or force her to speak. He simply took care of her.

She didn’t want to face what she had just done,

what she had known she would end up doing the

second she had stepped from her car after it slid into

the snowdrift at the side of the main road.

Cami didn’t want to face the fact that she had

complicated her life more than ever and ensured that

she likely would see no peace for quite a while.

Rafer was like a dog with a bone; no, he was

worse than that. Five years ago he had given her a

clue exactly how serious he was about being her

lover.She couldn’t handle it then, and she couldn’t

handle it now. There was too much between the two of

them, as well as between him and the townsfolk of

Sweetrock.

Her gaze fluttered open long seconds later,

though, as she felt him parting her legs. As she

watched, he ran a damp, warm cloth between her

thighs and along the slick, wet folds of her pussy as

he wiped the excess of both their releases from her

body. He had done this every time they were together.

Pushing aside his own need to luxuriate in the

satiation, or in his own release, he had instead

cleaned her and ensured her comfort.

She couldn’t fault Rafer there. The three times

they had been together he had taken excellent care of

her. The first time, just after she’d turned twenty, she’d

been shocked by it. She’d never heard her friends

bragging of their lovers doing such a thing.

“This can’t last, Rafer,” she whispered as he

drew back, her gaze caught by the dark sapphire of

his eyes and the lazy, satisfied expression on his

face.

“I never said it could, Cami.” He shrugged.

But wasn’t exactly agreeing with her either.

“Just for tonight,” she reaffirmed as he drew a dry

towel between and over her thighs. “Then we forget it

happened.”

And just as it had five years before, something

seemed to explode in her chest at the very thought of

it. She could feel the dark, forceful contradiction

screaming inside her and couldn’t understand why.

“Until the storm is over, and the roads are clear

enough for travel.”

He was hard again.

Kneeling with one knee on the bed, the furiously

flushed, wide shaft of his cock pointed out at her, the

flared crest dark and throbbing as she dampened her

dry lips with a sudden hungry thought.

She could have him.

Dawn’s arrival didn’t mean discovery and there

was no way she could run from whatever it was he

made her feel. It just meant more snow as the system

just edging in continued to dump the white stuff across

the mountains.

Twenty-four to thirty inches within the first twentyfour

hours based on the winds and the amount of

precipitation coming through. They could be there for

days. She could get the hunger and the need out of

her system, and maybe, once it was over, she could

find a way to live without the memory of Rafer

Callahan tormenting her.

She reached out, her fingers curving beneath the

heavy weight, her lips parting, her tongue reaching out

to touch the furiously swollen flesh. Slightly salty,

tinged with a hint of storm. The subtle tastes and male

power sent a heavy fist to clench her womb, her

suddenly aching pussy.

Shards of sizzling sensation raced from her scalp

to her nipples, her clit, the inner muscles of her sex as

his fingers clenched in her hair and tugged.

She licked, circled the silk-over-iron flesh, and

tasted the pre-come that eased from the slit at the tip.

Her fingers moved lower, cupped his balls, held them,

tested their weight as well, and with a hungry cry she

sucked the thickened crest deep into her mouth.

“Ah hell, Cami,” he groaned. “There you go, suck

my dick, sweetheart.”

His thighs were rock hard.

His hands controlled her head, moving it back

and forth, fucking her mouth with slow, shallow thrusts.

Her lips burned. Her tongue flicked against the

sensitive underside, tasting him, the freshness of

soap where he had washed moments before, and the

heat of his hunger.

As though they hadn’t just had each other, as

though the pleasure hadn’t burned out of control,

within seconds the need was once again raging.

“Come here,” Rafe growled as he pulled her

head back, staring into the dark gray of her slitted

gaze as he pulled his dick from her mouth.

Her tongue licked over her lips drawing the last

taste of him to her tongue. The sight of it had his balls

tightening furiously as adrenaline rushed through his

system.

“Turn around, on your knees,” he ordered, his jaw

tightened as she moved, the pretty curves of her ass

tempting him as she lowered her shoulders to the bed

and spread her thighs.

Juice gleamed once again on the flushed folds of

her pussy. Then he watched as her hand moved

beneath her body, her fingers, slender and graceful,

parting the intimate lips, as she rubbed at the

entrance in invitation. Then he watched, groaning in

hunger and need as she pressed that finger slowly

into the saturated entrance before easing back.

He gripped the shaft of his cock, moved to the

bed on his knees, and over her.

The second the sensitive head met the fiery

portal of her cunt, he nearly came instantly.

What was it about Cami? He’d never been able

to control his lusts with her as he had with other

women. Since the summer she turned eighteen, she

had been his greatest weakness.

Easing forward, Rafe felt the slick, hot entrance

begin to stretch and flare around his crest. One hand

gripped her hip as he fought to hold back, to control

the blazing hunger to fill her pussy with his come. To

blast inside her and mark her forever with his semen.

Only Cami did this to him.

Only Cami had the power to make him want to

beg her for just one more night, just to see if was

better than the time before, only to learn that the time

before hadn’t even compared. There was nothing so

pleasurable as burying his cock in the sweet mindless

ecstasy to be found inside the gripping depths of her

fiery pussy. To feel it milking him in, rippling over his

cock.

It was like having the tightest fist gripping his dick

and pulling him to paradise. His balls clenched with

painful need and his heart began to pound harder in

his chest. Excitement and adrenaline poured through

his system as her hips moved with him, her slender

back arching, the shaggy cut of her hair feathering

below her neck as she moaned his name.

He could feel her masturbating, her delicate

fingers stroking her clit, and that knowledge had an

animal lust pouring through him.

She knew what she wanted from him. She knew

how to pleasure him, but she also knew how to

pleasure herself. With Cami, it was simply about

pleasuring and pleasing each other as they took for

themselves as well.

Perhaps that was why he couldn’t forget the night

he had her innocence. That despite her virginity, she

had touched him with such hunger and with such need

that there had been no hesitation or coy games.

Gripping her hips with his fingers, Rafe held on

tight as he began to fuck her deeper. He slammed his

cock into the flexing, ever-tightening depths of her

cunt. The world narrowed to the steady hum of

pleasure beginning to vibrate between them, and the

need for release tearing through them.

Husky sensual cries fell from her lips as he

glimpsed the fingers of one hand clenching in the

sheets beneath her. Her back cushioned his chest as

he let his lips move to her shoulder. There, he

delivered a rough, sucking kiss that marred the flesh

with a reddened love bite.

No one else might ever see it, but she would. If

nothing else, she would be forced to acknowledge

that for at least a brief period of time she had

belonged to him.

At this moment in time, she was his. The tight, hot

depths of her sex, the pebble-hard nipple his fingers

found, the gasping, breathless little moans that fell

from her lips.

God yes, she was his.

“I feel you stroking your clit,” he growled at her

ear. “I’m going to get you some toys, Cami. A nice,

thick dildo, one that vibrates in that pretty pussy of

yours, and I’ll watch you use it. Then I’ll watch you

stroke your hard little clit. I’ll watch you pleasure

yourself, see the way your quick little fingers move

against the swollen little knot.”

She was whimpering, her cheek pressed to the

comforter. Her fingers moving faster against her clit.

Her pussy was clenching, fisting.

“And one night, I’ll show you exactly how much I

love your pretty ass,” he promised, the thought of it

causing his cock to throb harder, to feel thicker,

hotter, the need for release more imperative.

“I’ll stretch you there so sweet, Cami. I’ll watch as

you take my fingers, then a select toy or two, and

when the need for that pleasure, so close to the most

erotic pain you’ll ever know, overwhelms you, then I’ll

push my dick up that tight little ass and listen to you

scream for me.”

Harder. He was gasping for air himself as his

hips began pounding into her ass, pushing his dick as