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Steam billowed around them as he staked his claim. Knowing it would drive her to greater heights, he wedged a second finger into her ass.
“Argh!”
“You’ll feel it burning all night when you’re sitting.”
She nodded her misery.
Rafe moved inside her, and pressure built inside him as the orgasm gathered force in his balls.
“Yes.” The word was a plea, an offering of gratitude.
He went rigid, consumed with his need for her. Then with a final jerk, he released his hot ejaculate deep inside her welcoming body. For a stupid moment, he wished she wasn’t on the pill. How would she look carrying his baby?
Because the thought needed to be banished, he shook his head. But the image didn’t rush away. It lingered. What damn kind of sorcery is this? He’d never had sex without a condom, and the actual feel of her innermost flesh made him lose his mind.
Forcing himself to focus on her instead of the stunning images of her pregnant, he withdrew his fingers from her tightest hole.
She exhaled with a shuddering sigh.
“Stay there.”
“Oh, there’s nowhere I can go yet, Sir.”
Sassy little Hope was getting so much better at this submission thing. There might have been irony in her statement, but the honorific had slid out of her mouth without hesitation. He was sure some deep part of her recognized this was right. But would the rest of her mind catch up?
He reached for the showerhead and detached it from its holder and cleaned both of them before sliding out his cock.
She allowed her head to fall back. While she relaxed, he moved the showerhead between her legs.
“Thank you,” she said.
With complete fascination, he watched his cum combine with the warm water and drizzle down the inside of her thigh.
Even if she decided submission wasn’t for her, he wouldn’t let her go without one hell of a fight.
Nervous, Hope pulled on the hem of the black gown he’d given her. “It’s going to get me arrested for indecent exposure.”
“You look beautiful.”
Approval laced his words, making her stop tugging.
“Come with me.”
Reluctantly, she followed him into the bathroom. He placed his hands on her shoulders and guided her to stand in front of him near a mirror. The dress was made from a stretchy material and allowed no secrets. The front plunged into a sinful V. The back fell into a swoop at her hips. He’d permitted her no lingerie.
“What do you think?”
Everything about the garment was scandalous.
“Get past that part,” he snapped with impatience as if reading her mind. “See it—and yourself—in a noncritical light.”
She scowled. “You don’t ask for anything easy.” Hope appraised the whole package, focusing on the way the dress hugged her hips and revealed her cleavage. There was no doubt he’d chosen well on her behalf. Even though she was self-conscious, she had to admit the garment’s fit flattered her. Did she have the courage to be seen in public, though? Let others feast on her features the way he did?
She kept her hands at her sides, resisting the urge to tug on the bottom or draw the fabric more fully across her breasts.
“That’s better.” He waited for her answer.
“It’s…” So different from what she’d brought. She’d thought her cocktail dress was risqué, but compared to this, it was a nun’s habit. Seeing approval in his gaze, she gave him an honest answer. “I love it.”
“I imagined it would be spectacular.” He squeezed her shoulders. “It’s better than that.” She gave a tentative smile. Through her pounding heart, she admitted her fears. “Rafe, I’m not sure I have what it takes to wear it to dinner.”
“No?” He eased the straps from her shoulders to cup her breasts in his large hands.
Transfixed, she watched him squeeze her nipples, rolling each between his thumb and forefinger. Her flesh responded as it always did to him. Her knees weakened, and she laid her head back on his chest.
“You may bring a wrap. But I wanted you to see the outfit as I’ve imagined.”
She frowned.
“Stay there for a moment.”
He left her like that, giving her no choice but to stare at her full breasts, her nipples peaked and swollen. She’d spent so much time protecting herself, she’d never thought of herself as a sensual being.
