Midnight Sins (57 page)

holding back.

Cami’s hips arched with a cry as his tongue

delved between the swollen lips of her pussy.

Her leg lifted, knee bending, as his palm eased

along the curve of her rear. She could feel the heated,

aching flesh of her vagina, the clench of her muscles.

She felt so empty, so empty and so in need of his

touch. The need to touch him had her hands delving into

the long strands of his hair. Once they were there, her

fingers tangled into it, hips lifting as she directed the

path of his lips.

The swollen, desperate bud of her clit throbbed in

need as he blew a wisp of his breath over the bundle

of nerves.

“Rafe, please,” she gasped, the need for the

touch of his lips against her clit flooding her senses

with a pleasure she reached for with every part of her.

His lips surrounded it, but only for a second. Long

enough to deliver a deep, quick kiss, the stroke of his

lips too brief, too intense, to bear without crying out in

ragged pleasure.

“Rafe,” the whimper rose unbidden from her lips.

“I need more.”

“Tell me what you need, baby,” he urged, his

voice rough, echoing with hunger. “Tell me what you

want, Cami. Anything you want.”

Anything she wanted?

Her head thrashed against the pillows, a

desperate effort to hold back the needs, to hold back

the erotic, exotic fantasies she’d had for so many

years.

The need for a touch she’d never had.

A need for a hunger she had resisted every step

of the way.

His finger touched the lower curves of the swollen

folds between her thighs, gathering her juices and

easing lower.

Thrusting upward, she sobbed in need as his

touch glanced over the clenched entrance of her

pussy, then lifted again. Once again it stroked down,

past the flexing entrance, then back.

On the next pass, it continued its journey until the

heavy, slick juices were being eased along the

forbidden entrance that flexed and echoed with

aching pleasure at his touch. The press of his fingertip

against her rear entrance had her moaning pleadingly

as it slowly, gently, began to pierce the tender, nerveladen

area. Slowly, easily, the tightened entrance

began to part, to open to steady impalement of his

finger pressing inside.

His tongue circled her straining clit as his thumb

caressed and stroked the entrance to her pussy. The

sensations delivered to the three most sensitive

areas of her body were doing more than throwing her

toward ecstasy. They were tossing her about, flinging

her closer, jerking her back, playing a devilish,

agonizing game with her that had her arching,

twisting, and sobbing out her need.

Fingers of pulsing pleasure were racing through

her. Every cell of her body had sensitized to the point

that she swore she could feel even the stroke of the

air against her flesh. She was overwhelmed with

sensation and begging for more, desperate for more.

As his lips joined his stroking tongue,

surrounding her swollen clit as his thumb pressed into

her pussy and his fingertip eased deeper into her anal

entrance, Cami fought desperately for a release that

teased at the edges of pleasure.

She could feel Rafe beginning to lose himself in

the taste of her, in the act of pleasuring her. She had

never understood it. She had never heard her friends

discuss their own lovers placing such emphasis on

their pleasure. She had never known Rafe to touch

her any other way.

His earthy male groan echoed around her as her

hips writhed beneath him. His fingers fucked her with

even, shallow thrusts as his thumb sank into her

pussy, possessing it and rasping against the tender

inner tissue with rapid strokes of intense sensation.

With each caress, each stroke of his tongue, his

lips, his fingers, she flew higher, hurtling faster toward

the center of an ecstasy she hadn’t expected.

It shouldn’t be this intense.

The bruising of her flesh, the memory of the night

before, should have somehow affected her ability to

reach so high, to strain so desperately toward the

sensations building inside her. But she should have

expected, should have known, Rafe could possess

every part of her even to the point that nothing existed

but pleasure. To the point that pain merged with the

building ecstasy, erasing itself as it became part of

the sensations Rafe stroked through her system.

Her fingers clenched in his hair as it continued to

build. The sensations wrapped around her, flew

through her, pulsed in her veins, and beat through her

senses until they exploded through her with a surge of

such incredible, blazing ecstasy that Cami swore she

could feel herself melting. From the inside out she

was dissolving with pleasure, exploding, imploding,

and surging through a starburst of pure, erotic rapture.

It seemed never ending.

As she clenched, tightening over and again, the

sensations arched her body, locking it in place as he

continued to suckle at her exploding clit as his thumb

fucked into her pussy and the tip of his finger worked

itself rapidly into the clenched entrance of her rear.

As the exploding blaze of sensation reached its

pinnacle, she felt each stroke, each touch, each

caress begin to ease. As the aftershocks and waves

of intensity began to shudder through her, he

prolonged each one, using his lips and tongue to

draw each sensation to its height.

When she finally collapsed, exhausted, to the

bed, her body damp with perspiration, her senses

ragged and laid to waste from the explosions that had

torn through her, it was to feel the tender, soothing

kisses at her thighs and lower belly as he eased his

fingers from her body.

They were both breathing heavily, just as she

realized he hadn’t possessed her in a way that would

have given him the same release.

As his head lifted, his gaze dark with drowsy

satisfaction, she stared back at him in confusion.

“You didn’t…” She wasn’t as adapt with the

words as he was, she realized as she struggled to

finish the statement.

“I didn’t come?” His voice was a deep, dark

growl. “Sweetheart, you’re the only woman I know that

has the power to cause me to come in the sheets

because I’m so damned excited over your climax.”

Amusement gleamed in his eyes as confusion

edged at her mind.

No, her friends had definitely never mentioned

this when it came to their lovers, husbands, or onenight

stands.

She swallowed tightly. “I could—”

“Shh.” He moved up her body, his lips brushing

against hers. “Your sweet body can handle only so

much, baby. I found my release and, even more

important to me, you’ve found yours.”

With a quick kiss to her lips he eased from the

bed before padding quickly to the bathroom.

Cami was too exhausted to move. Breathing out

deeply, she let her eyes close and was almost easing

into sleep when she felt the touch of a warm cloth

against her thighs.

Opening her eyes, she watched him, so

confident, so completely male, despite the fact that he

was cleaning her and drying the sheets between her

thighs and legs so thoroughly.

“Sleep, baby.” When he finished, he laid a kiss at

the top of her mound, just above her clit, then moved

to her lips and kissed them gently as she stared up at

him. “I’ll watch over you. I promise.”

How had he known? How could he have known

that she had worried about coming home before he

arrived at the hospital? That even after he had tucked

her into her bed and gone to shower she’d been too

tense to sleep? Until the moment he promised to

watch over her, there had been a fear she hadn’t

realized she had.

That fear eased from her almost immediately.

Her lashes were suddenly heavier, lassitude

invading her limbs as he slid into bed beside her and

drew her against him, his arms sheltering her.

“Sleep, baby,” he growled against her ear. “We’ll

work the rest out tomorrow.”

* * *

As Rafe felt her drift into sleep he stared across the

room, his expression hardening. The marks on her

breasts, the swollen flesh of her nipple, and the deep

bruising at her hip and her head had rage building

inside him.

The son of a bitch had thought he could rape,

torture, and kill Rafe’s Cami in her own home.

Thought that she was too weak, that she would be too

frightened to attempt to fight back.

She had fought back. But her attacker had given

them all a heads-up. They knew he was out there now,

no longer a piece of the past. Someone was trying to

resurrect the past instead.

The man who had raped, tortured, and killed

Jaymi and the other women twelve years before was

dead. Crowe had killed him as Rafe had held Jaymi’s

dying body.

Now he was holding her sister, loving her sister.

He and Jaymi had truly been more friends than lovers.

She claimed he was her best friend, her last tie to the

husband she had lost in a war so far away.

Rafe and Tye Kramer had been best friends. Tye

had been from Aspen, born and raised there, and it

was there he and Jaymi had lived before he had been

called from the Reserves to go overseas.

When he had died, it had destroyed Jaymi, and

Rafe had wondered how she would survive it. She

had survived by holding on to everything Tye had

claimed. Including his best friend.

And now someone thought he could resurrect the

horror of the past and take something else from

Rafe? From the Callahan cousins?

Cami was his, that meant Logan and Crowe

would give their lives for her if needed. Definitely they

would help Rafe protect her with everything inside

them.Because she belonged to him and that meant

she belonged to the Callahans.

Cami didn’t know it yet, but she
was
a Callahan.

Because he had no intentions whatsoever of ever

letting her go.

CHAPTER 18

Having three men in her small house wasn’t Cami’s

idea of peace and relaxation. Two days later, as she

moved down the stairs, pushing back the memory of

her desperate flight the night she was attacked, she

came to a slow stop at the bottom of the stairs.

Leaning against the curved banister, she stared

at the floor of her living room where, sleeping-bagencased,