Midnight Sins (36 page)

He would do it too. He would let everyone hear

him knocking and demanding to be let in. He would

probably let everyone hear the erotic promises. The

warnings of spankings. Oh God, she was going to

come before he ever touched her.

As she moved quickly down the steps and

through the hall to the other side of the house, she told

herself she should hate him for doing this to her. She

should blast him herself for blackmailing her. It really

wasn’t fair. She should never let him get away with

manipulating her like this.

Instead, she could feel the excitement pouring

through her, tearing at her senses and sensitizing her

body until the brush of her short, silky nightgown was

like a stroke of sensual pleasure against her flesh.

She ran for the door barefoot, the folds of her

pussy slick and heated, her nipples hard. Her womb

was tight with the need for orgasm, her flesh, aching

for his touch. Cami rushed into the kitchen and to the

back door and threw it open with every intention of

giving him her opinion of his high-handed arrogance.

Her lips were parted to let the insults fly. to

berate, she was prepared to chastise. She had every

intention of relieving some of the frustration that had

built inside her all week.

He gave her another way to vent it instead.

Before she could get the first word out he

gripped her hips and jerked her against him. Lifting

her from the floor he pressed her against the wall.

The door slammed closed, the click of the locks

sounding overly loud as his lips covered hers in a kiss

so heated she was certain he was melting her

toenails as they dangled above the floor.

His tongue was rapacious, as it thrust into her

mouth. Licking and stroking, tasting her, and pulling

every ounce of sexual need from the very core of her

body to a full, blazing inferno.

With her back to the wall, one hand in her hair,

the other beneath her rear to hold her in place, he held

her easily, one hard thigh pushed dominantly between

hers allowing her to ride the hard muscle. Rough

denim rasped the bare folds of her pussy, exciting her

beyond belief as the dominant thrusts of his tongue

reminded her of the pleasure to come. Reminded her

of the hard thrust of his cock impaling her, worked

deep inside the clenched, sensitized core of her sex.

It wasn’t enough.

Her nerve endings were screaming in need,

pulsating with the rising hunger for this man. Her flesh

ached with a need she had never been able to

assuage in any way except with him. She craved him.

Lifting her legs, she gripped his hard hips with

her knees. Aligning the powerful wedge of his

erection against the overly sensitive area between her

thighs, her hips shifted and rocked against him.

All she cared about was being closer to him,

feeling him, taking him and being taken.

Cami whimpered with the erotic pleasure pouring

through her.

It had been two weeks since she had known any

relief for the heat and hunger for him that tormented

her.

Two weeks of aching need, of brutally erotic

dreams. Fourteen days of the tormenting flush of lust

that kept her pussy wet, swollen, and aching for him.

With her hips under his, Cami felt his hands

cupping her ass, steadying her. She tightened her

arms around his shoulders and held on tight as he

turned and began moving through the house.

She knew where he was going. She knew better

than to question how he knew how to get her there.

He’d never been in her house that she knew of. But

she had a feeling she wouldn’t have known of it unless

he wanted her to.

Each step he took stroked his cock against the

wet heat of her pussy, and even between the layer of

denim that separated them Cami could feel the

strength of the erection he was doing nothing to hide.

Then, he pulled his lips back from hers.

His kiss was gone as she was left panting,

fighting to draw in air. He simply pulled back, then

bent and eased her back to the bed.

“Rafer,” she whispered his name as she felt the

comforter against her back, then her shoulders. “This

isn’t a good idea.”

She had to force the words past her lips, the

objection pulled from the worry, the fear that haunted

her not quite as deeply as the arousal did.

Standing, his gaze narrowed on her as he

unbuttoned his shirt then stripped it from his body.

And he was ignoring her objection.

Thank God!

“Rafer,” she tried again anyway. “You know it

isn’t. It’s just going to make things worse once reality

returns.”

Had she somehow lost her mind?

He sat down on the bed and began pulling off his

boots, obviously deaf to her objections.

Clear reason was finally beginning to intrude.

She was all too aware of what she could possibly be

risking. Her heart reminded her of all she had already

lost. Her career.

But her body, like her lover, was ignoring every

objection and was deaf to every argument. All her

body wanted was the feel of him, the heat of the

power of his body invading hers.

It was going to be up to her to find the strength to

stop this. But that meant getting the hell away from

him.

She tensed, preparing to roll from the bed.

“Move from this bed and I won’t give you that

spanking I was considering.”

Cami stilled instantly, incredulity surging through

her at the threat.

That and the sudden acceleration of her pulse

thundering through her veins. The excitement she

could feel making her nerve endings scream out of

each sensation.

“That threat is just
wrong,
Rafer,” she protested

weakly, hearing the hunger, the anticipation, building

inside her.

“No, a hard dick pounding in my jeans all week is

what’s wrong,” he retorted. “Craving the taste of your

pussy while I should be sleeping is wrong. Jacking off

and never coming hard enough to get a minute’s rest

i s
really
wrong.” Rising to his feet, he turned to her,

his fingers flipping open the metal button fly of his

jeans. Pushing them over his hips with a careless

motion of his hands, his cock slipped free and stood

imperatively out from his body. Like an arrow ready to

fire.

Her mouth dried then watered.

Flicking her tongue over her lips hungrily, she

was still amazed that she was able to take him as she

did each time they had come together. Pleasure and

burning resistance at once sensations that mixed to

create an overpowering ecstasy she was becoming

addicted to.

“We can’t keep doing this.” She could barely

speak past the excitement suddenly pouring through

her.

If this kept up then she would never find a way to

live without his touch again. She would never survive

without him.

“What? Sneaking around?” he growled, his

expression hard and flashing with irritation. “I agree.

Sooner or later I’ll get really sick of it and begin

retaliating.”

A groan of exasperation and hunger slipped past

her lips. “No, Rafer. This.” She waved her hand at his

naked body.

“Well, baby, the occasional fuck never hurt

anyone.” His smile was tight and hard. “Now take that

pretty gown off before I tear it from you. Then, I want to

watch as I fuck those pretty lips.”

Dominant, powerful. So sexy it sent a rush of

clenching sensation to attack her womb. The tone of

voice, the arrogance in his expression, and the lust

filling his sapphire eyes had her so close to climaxing

from just the sound of his explicit words that she

trembled.

He
would
tear the gown from her. She could see

it in his face.

And she would let him. She would love it.

Gripping the knee-length black silk as she sat up

and wiggled it up to her hips, she pulled it off slowly

and tossed it to the side of the bed. It slid over the

edge slowly.

“Son of a fucking bitch,” he growled harshly.

Rafe would never get used to what the sight of

her body did to him. The proof of her need for him

was in the flushed, swollen mounds of her breasts,

topped with candy-pink perfect nipples.

Her breathing was accelerated, her face flushed.

The sassy cut of her hair messed around her head as

small, sharp little ribbons of it lay over her forehead

and cheeks.

She looked like a pixie, just as mischievous as

hell and so damned sexy a man could lose his soul in

her.

Forcing himself to hold back, to control the need

to simply pound into her, Rafe slid his fingers into the

short strands of her hair.

“Open your lips,” he demanded, watching as the

kiss-swollen curves parted.

With the fingers of his other hand, he gripped the

base of his dick and drew her forward.

He watched her eyes darken. Her lips parted

further as he pressed his cock head against them.

Thighs tightening, he groaned as the silken heat of

her lips began to stretch around the width and her hot

little mouth drew him in.

“Fuck, Cami,” he growled her name. “That’s my

love. Suck my dick. Make me crazy for you.”

And she did just that.

Her tongue flicked and clicked.

Her lips tightened and the lush heat of her mouth

sucked the width with tantalizing hunger.

Watching each shallow thrust past her lips and

each flex of her cheeks had his balls tightening, the

need for release pounding through them. The need to

spill his come, to feel her sucking hungrily at each

heated spurt had him forcing himself to pull back. To

ignore the dazed hunger in her objection, he pushed

her back on the bed.

Placing one knee on the bed, Rafe came down

to her, forcing her to recline slowly, the dark gray of

her eyes staring up at him with almost-bemused

fascination as he almost touched her lips with his.

He was a second from tasting her lips again

when his hand slid beneath the pillow at her side and

they both froze.

Her eyes widened as she seemed to stop

breathing as he stared down at her. His fingers curled

around the base of a device he hadn’t expected to

find.

A device she had no doubt been using that very

night.

“What do we have here, kitten?” he crooned, the

glow in his sapphire eyes intensifying with a lust that