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So sure that he lifted her by the hips and their mouths met as if deprived. She coiled her legs around his torso and his hand roamed her naked body as they kissed.
She did not know how sexy she was, Rafe thought, for he had thought her shy and reticent and yet she came alive in his hands.
He wanted to tear off his clothes, just to feel her naked against him, but there was a supreme pleasure in her naked warm body wrapped around him.
He placed her down on the bed that she had made that very morning. The sheets that smelt of summer were cool and yet soft on her naked skin, and she made no attempt to cover herself, just lay and watched as he undressed.
She had seen him nearly naked, but on those occasions she had averted her eyes and tried not to look. Now there was no need to be chaste, or embarrassed by her inquisitiveness, and she watched unashamedly as he peeled off his shirt and revealed his chest.
Rafe was impatient to be naked and to join her. Rarely did he have to tell himself to slow down, and yet her hungry eyes beckoned. The rosy blush spread as if she held a fan across her chest and cheeks, and the way she bit down on her lip as he unbuckled his belt made undressing a less than seamless task, for he could not tear his eyes from her.
Nor could she tear hers from him. For she might have seen himnearlynaked and considered him perfection, but completely exposed Rafe was magnificent.
Far more magnificent than she knew what to do with.
And when she saw him, so strong and erect, there was a stroke of desire so low in her stomach that she pulled up her knees.
‘Don’t be scared,’ he told her.
‘I’m not,’ Antonietta said, in a voice that sounded too thick and too low.
And then she looked at him again, and wondered how they might possibly fit.
But she wasnotscared. She knew that because before fear had made her fight like a cat and slam her legs closed.
Fear had never made her approach. And it was not fear that had her rising to her knees and prowling across the bed towards him.
For the first time they were face to face, and yet only for a moment did they look into each other’s eyes. There was so much to explore, to touch and to feel, and Antonietta had been resisting doing so almost since they had met, since their first conversation.
But now she could touch those wide shoulders, feel their strength and his warm skin beneath her fingers. Now she could run her hand down his chest and explore the mahogany nipples, pressing the pads of her fingers in. She ached to kiss them, and yet there was even more she ached to feel. She perused the taut planes of his stomach and then turned her hand so the backs of her fingers brushed the snaky line of dark hair.
Daring herself, she touched his thick member, surprised when it twitched as she held him alive and firm in her nervous palm. He slid through her hands and Rafe let her explore him, though his teeth were gritted together, for he longed to wrap his hand tight over hers. But to show her his rhythm would finish him, so he sank into her untutored perusal and explored her instead.
His hands were light on her breasts, yet her nipples hardened further and almost stung, so that she yearned for the wetness of his mouth. He did not give it. Instead his hands slid slowly down, past the curve of her waist, and held her hips, pulling her closer to him and rocking her, so that he nudged against her and left a silver trail on her stomach.
Her breathing hitched and she did not know how to get it back to its rhythm. When his hand slid between her thighs she gave in, and just rested her head on his chest.
Her soft moans spoke of her pleasure as he parted damp curls. Feeling her warm and ready, Rafe slid his fingers into her warm folds and explored her.
‘There...’ she breathed.
It was a needless instruction, because he already was there, but she pressed her face into his chest and inhaled his scent. One large hand cupped her buttock as the other burrowed into her tight, warm space.
And she didn’t just let him—Antoniettawantedhim.
She wanted the tiny volts of pleasure he shot through her, and she wanted the salty taste of his skin on her lips and tongue, and the tears that squeezed from her eyes were absolutely ones of pleasure.
And when he was sure she was ready—when he could feel she was on the delicious edge, and when he knew that her pleasure might finish him—Rafe withdrew his hand and opened the bedside drawer.
The tearing of foil felt like a zip tightening low in her stomach, and Antonietta watched, held in a spell of his making, as he sheathed himself.
She bit down on her lip rather than admit that she preferred the velvet skin naked.
But then her lip broke free, and unwittingly she voiced her thoughts. ‘I want to feel you in me...’
Rafe pulled a breath in. Those words from anyone else would have served as a warning. Yet tonight those words were a mirror of his own thoughts.
‘And you shall,’ he told her as he laid her down.
