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“Oh, is that what the kids are calling it these days?” She reached up and pulled at the tie in her hair and he watched as it tumbled over her shoulders, catching the moonshine when she ran her fingers through it. “And, ah, just so you know. When we play canasta, I’m on the pill.”
He felt a hot rush of excitement hit him full force and had to clear his throat before he could speak. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his pants in an effort to control himself. “Is that a fact?”
“Mm hmm.”
“I want you to do something for me.”
“What’s that?”
“Take your dress off.”
She gasped. “Rafe—”
“Take it off.” She hesitated a long moment, making him think she was going to say no, but then she reached back and slid the zipper down, the rasping noise sounding shockingly loud in the heavy quiet. She slipped the dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. She was completely naked, except for her high heeled sandals. His breath stilled in his body at the sight of her. She was like a flame haired goddess, her body gilded silver in the pale moonlight. He was hit with a force of emotion he couldn’t name, leaving him weak at the knees as he just stared at her. His eyes roved over every inch of her, taking note of her deepened breathing, her nipples hardening, her hands moving restlessly at her sides as she responded to the heat in his gaze. The need to touch her was almost overwhelming.
He moved to stand in front of her. He stood there gazing down at her, his jaw muscles bunching as he gritted his teeth. His hands were shaking as he lifted them to sink his fingers into her hair. Rafe tilted her head and claimed her lips with a hot, hungry kiss. She opened her mouth immediately, sliding her arms around his waist and pressing herself against him as their tongues entwined. He stroked his hands down her back to cup her bottom, molding her against him. He used every ounce of his self-control to stop himself from pushing her to the ground and just taking her. He broke away to press searing kisses along her jawline and her neck. Taking in the softness of her skin, he grazed the tender flesh with his teeth, reveling in her gasp of pleasure. He lifted both hands to her breasts, squeezing them, rubbing at her nipples until she whimpered.
Then he spun her around, pulling her back against him with his hands at her hips, grinding his erection against her bottom. He was thrilled by her reaction when he moved one hand over her breasts and the other between her legs. She was so hot, so wet, letting her head fall back on his shoulder as she moved her hips against his hand mindlessly.
He felt a terrible, gnawing hunger for her flood through him, threatening to drown him. He pulled back abruptly, his chest heaving as she turned to look at him, her eyes dazed with desire. He didn’t trust himself to touch her until he’d taken a few moments to catch his breath.
Mikayla felt him pull away, her breathing ragged as he stood there staring at her again. There was so much heat in his gaze she was surprised she hadn’t erupted in flames. She took a half step towards him and he grabbed her, dragging her to him, plundering her mouth with his tongue. Without breaking the kiss, he turned and backed her across the grass, to the front of the car. There was an intensity to his touch, stronger than anything she’d ever felt from him, that fueled her own desire.
He ran his fingertips along her spine, down to her waist, to her hips and picking her up pushed her back so that she was sitting on the bonnet of the car. She reached for the buttons of his shirt, her fingers shaking as she undid them one by one. Running her hands over his chest, she could feel his heart thudding heavily. He trailed his fingers along her body as he hooked his hands behind her knees and spread her legs wider, lifting them so that she rested her feet on the bumper bar. This was it, she thought. He’d undo his belt, drop his pants and take her. She quivered with anticipation.
But he didn’t do that. He slid his hands back up to her breasts, where he rubbed his thumbs across her nipples. He pulled back and watched her as he lay a hand over her pounding heart and she gasped when he pushed at her, making her lie back on the bonnet. His gaze was ravenous on her body as she lay there, spread out before him. He trailed his hand through the damp curls between her legs and then suddenly, shockingly, pushed his finger inside her. She cried out as her body jerked in response. He moved his finger, watching her closely, increasing the friction until she was almost sobbing, but it was not enough to send her over.
He pulled his hand away abruptly and dropped to his knees. She closed her eyes as she felt him kiss the inside of her knee—slow, soft kisses up her thigh. She pressed her hands into the bonnet of the car when he flicked his tongue across her clitoris, once, twice, three times. Then he was kissing the inside of her other thigh, down to her knee and back up. Now, she thought. Now he would let her go over. But he didn’t. It was just more light, soft flicks of his tongue. Enough to drive her wild but not enough to make her come.
He pushed to his feet and pulled her up but before she could touch him, he grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her back, holding her there with his long fingers wrapped around her wrists. He kissed her as his other hand roved freely over her body.
“No,” she almost sobbed. Her system was in overdrive, the assault on her senses unrelenting.
“No?” He ran his finger over her clitoris and she jerked compulsively, but with his hand still holding her wrists in a tight grip, she couldn’t do more than move her legs restlessly. “You want me to stop?” His gaze held her in thrall. It felt like there was no one else in the entire universe. Just the two of them. It was too much.
“Yes.”
He went completely still, moving his hand away and letting go of her wrists, pulling back.
“Oh, God, no. Don’t stop, stop.” She grabbed his shirt, twisting it in her hands and dragging him closer. “Please, Rafe, I’m begging you,” she said breathlessly, as she pressed a hard, blistering kiss to his lips. “Take me now before I explode.”
He returned the kiss and she felt him undoing his belt buckle and shoving at his pants. She could have cried with relief when she wrapped her arms and legs around him, felt his hands at her hips as he pulled her forward. He was inside her with one hard thrust and she did cry out then, burying her face in his neck as he thrust again. He laid his palm flat on the bonnet behind her, his other arm holding her low across her hips, anchoring her in place. “Harder,” she said. “Yes, faster.” Pleasure rippled through her as he thrust, wave after wave, growing until it became a tsunami and she let go, crying out as she climaxed, her toes curling and her body jerking against him as she dug her fingers hard into his shoulders.
She held on as she felt him convulse in his own climax. He stayed there momentarily, his chest heaving, and she ran her hands up and down his back. Then she felt him tense and he pulled out, stepped back, did his pants up as he turned away. What the fuck? She’d barely had the chance to catch her breath. He walked over to the railing and picked up her dress, walking back and handing it over without looking at her.
It made Mikayla feel strange and uncomfortable and since she was still recovering from the earth-shattering orgasm he’d just given her, she didn’t say anything. She slipped her dress on as she heard him open the car door behind her without a word, so she followed suit, sliding into the passenger seat and putting her seatbelt on without looking at him.
Chapter 14
Mikayla woke late, the morning sun streaming through the window blindingly bright. She groaned. She had a headache from the alcohol she’d consumed the night before, and if she were honest, she was feeling upset about how things had gone after she and Rafe had got home. He’d been uncharacteristically quiet, staying out in the backyard with the dogs while she took a shower. In bed, he had his back to her when she came out of the bathroom. Not knowing what else to do, and feeling like she’d really rather go home, she had slipped in beside him, lying on her side facing away from him. She’d lain there for a long time, wondering if she should say something, but the longer the silence went on, the weirder she felt.
She sat up with a resigned sigh, but before she could throw the duvet back, something on top of it caught her eye. It was a gift, wrapped in silver paper with a blue ribbon and a note tucked into it. She recognized Rafe’s spidery handwriting as she read the words, “Open it now,” She didn’t need to be told twice, so she ripped the paper off, gasping at what she saw.
It was a photo album. The front cover was the photograph taken at Juniper and William’s wedding by the professional photographer. She took a moment to admire how slick they both looked, pausing as she saw how they were smiling into each other’s eyes, drolly amused at the photographer’s assumption that they were a couple. She opened the album. A picture of her and Rafe when they were about nine years old. John had taken them fishing and Rafe had caught a bream and was holding it up proudly, his arm around Mikayla’s shoulders. She sighed. They were so cute. The next few pictures were mostly family holidays, the trip to the snow when they were ten, sailing down the Gordon River in Tasmania when they were twelve or thirteen.
She smiled as the photos progressed to their teenage years. Shelling peas with Rafe’s Abuela at her kitchen table. Cricket on the beach. She laughed outright at the photo from their senior year dance. God, what had she been thinking with that dress and why had her mother allowed her to choose it?
The photos now transitioned into their twenties. She ran her finger over the university graduation photos, each having the chance to attend the other’s graduation, Rafe’s in Melbourne, Mikayla’s in Sydney. Ah yes, the Contiki tours around Europe. Trekking in South-East Asia. New York, where she’d lived for a year as an au pair, and he’d surprised her with a visit. The next showed them back home; him giving her a piggyback off the football ground after they’d won a grand final, both of them grinning jubilantly at the camera. A stupid selfie while they waited backstage at one of Callum’s concerts. The day they’d both started working for the Blessed Inlet Ambulance Service, standing in front of HQ, looking serious and professional.
