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Instead of letting her come, he released each of her bonds and took a few seconds to rub feeling back into her limbs before stripping and putting on a condom. “I need to be inside you.”
“I need it too.”
He maneuvered them both until she was atop him. His cock slid into her hot cunt, and when she was astride him, she winced.
“You okay?”
She wouldn’t change anything, even if she could. She liked it all. Realizing he was waiting for her answer, she said, “Yes, Rafe.”
He held her hips to control how fast she rode him. That was fine for a few minutes, but soon, restlessness gnawed at her. “Please?”
Rafe tightened his grip. “Arch your back so I can see your beautiful breasts better.”
“Yes.” The moment she complied, he moved her faster, pounding her deep, feeding a part of her psyche that she hadn’t known was hungry. Rafe seemed to know what she needed, and he gave it to her.
Hope cried out her happiness. And in that moment, she knew she was going to Louisiana with him. She was going to swallow her reservations, her fears, and do what everyone had suggested—go and make her own decisions, even if the biggest cost was her heart.
Rafe’s glance across the car’s passenger compartment warmed Hope’s insides. It was part promise, part invitation, and all sexy, underlying threat. She stared out the side window at the passing scenery, needing something to distract her so she could breathe again.
Everything about this trip had been surreal. From the moment she agreed to come, she’d been swept up in the whirlwind that was Rafe Sterling.
Tony had volunteered to go with Skyler to the fundraising event. Caroline had caved and agreed to watch the Colonel when Rafe offered a spa day. Rafe had made his all-out assault on Hope all the more lethal when he arrived to pick her up. The Colonel, after a few seconds of making a sound more like a growl than a hiss, had wound herself in a figure eight around his ankles. He’d crouched to give her a gift. A catnip toy.
Who the hell bought the devil’s-spawn Somali a peace offering?
Then he’d topped it off by ordering his company’s airplane to be stocked with the champagne Hope loved.
Although he worked during most of the flight, she’d sat back in the butterscotch-colored leather seat and sipped a couple of glasses of bubbly. From time to time, she’d taken in the view and watched the big fluffy clouds.
For a moment she’d considered that maybe, just maybe, if forced, she could get accustomed to housekeepers and jet-setting.
The drive from the airport to the Titans’ estate was taking far longer than she’d anticipated. She supposed the distance gave the society a measure of privacy.
“Almost there,” he said, turning onto a road that was lined with the lushness of spring.
Magnolia trees bore blossoms as big as dinner plates. Native vegetation was a bright, verdant green. The pavement meandered, appearing to lead to nowhere, inviting people to turn back. No doubt that was on purpose.
A few miles later, a right-hand turn led to a much narrower road. There were no signs, and the vegetation was thicker, more swamplike.
After several minutes, they arrived at a sturdy metal gate with no name on it. A call box stood off to the side. Rafe opened an app in his phone and placed some sort of picture against a screen on the stand.
“High tech,” she said.
“Biometrics at the next one.”
He wasn’t kidding.
They entered the grounds. “Is that sugar cane?”
He nodded. “Since the costs of sustaining the compound are significant, we grow sugar and pecans as cash crops.”
They continued on until they reached an enormous arch that contained spiked wrought-iron gates adorned with the Zeta Society crest.
“Afternoon, Mr. Sterling.” A disembodied voice greeted them.
Rafe turned his head, and light beams danced outside the car. Measuring his face?
“You’re cleared through to the Grand House, sir.”
“Thank you, Fitzgerald.”
The gates swung inward and he accelerated through the opening. “We’ll need to get you a guest pass while we’re here.”
“Do I need to do all that fancy stuff?”
“No.” He grinned. “That’s for members. Without me, you wouldn’t have gotten this far. You’ll need to get a microchip implanted.”
