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Ashley melted at the suggestion that there would be more than one, and had to admit, even to herself, that she wanted him just as badly. "Please, Raf, I want you."
He broke their eye contact to look down, and when she followed his gaze, she saw him rolling on a condom and directing his thick shaft to where she wanted it. "Christ, Ashley, you’re so wet," he muttered, breathing hard. As soon as he pressed into her, she moaned, once more feeling like every nerve ending was aflame. The stretch as he filled her was beyond belief, though he didn’t give her a chance to enjoy the feeling of fullness before he began thrusting rapidly, driving them both at full speed toward the cliff of their pleasure.
Ashley moaned and whimpered, unable to restrain the sounds as she arched against him, meeting his hips with hers as best she could while her body began to tremble. Her head tossed on his pillow, her eyes closing on their own.
"Ashley." It was a hoarse plea, but not one she could resist.
She looked up and the jolt of feeling as their eyes met sent her flying over the edge of her orgasm with a strangled cry. She’d never had a faster connection with anyone, and she barely knew this man. He grunted and only the fact that his teeth were gritted together kept the sound from being a roar as he jerked and then stilled, grinding his hips into hers, before pulling back, bending his head down to her chest, and burying his head between her breasts. Gasping for breath as she came down from her high, Ashley cradled his head to her, her fingers teasing into the dark waves that would probably curl if his hair were longer.
"Good god, woman," growled a rough voice from her middle. "I need more hours in the night when you respond like that."
She flushed, a little embarrassed at how blunt he was. "I needed that," was all she said in reply.
His head turned, his lips pressing against her breast. "Tell me truly, do you like your job? Because I’ll happily tie you to my bed and not let you go."
Ashley burst out laughing. "I’d be a bitch in no time. You’ll have much better luck if you just stay right where you are."
He lazily looked up, disheveled and gorgeous. "Right here?" He shifted forward an inch, a surprising hardness nudging her as he lifted up to kiss her, gently this time. He took his time, making love to her with his lips. Groaning, he rolled away, but only far enough to remove the condom and toss it in a bedside trashcan. His nightstand drawer had more condoms in it, and he grabbed for more—by the handful.
"Awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you?"
He gave her a bright smile. "I was thinking more that I didn’t know how many we’d need, but yes, I am." Raf scattered the condoms on the nightstand and returned to lie beside her with another in his fingers. When he lay flat, she was shocked to see that he was almost fully hard again already. Her eyes must have given her away, because he gave her another grin. "I’m gifted."
"Aye, that you are," she agreed, rolling towards him until she could straddle his body with her knees. She plucked the condom out of his fingers and tossed it back on the nightstand. "I need a moment, but you clearly don’t." She shifted so she could sit on top of his erection, using it to gently stimulate herself.
His eyes widened, bouncing from her breasts to where he could watch her sliding wetly up and down his cock. An almost hoarse groan left him as he pulled her closer to press his lips to hers again. This was no gentle loving, but a dance of power and control. Somehow even with him under her, she knew he was the one in full control. Her choice to sit on top of him only meant he’d allowed it.
It only took a moment, rubbing herself against him, before she was hornier than when they’d arrived. How that worked, she didn’t know or care. "Okay, now you might want that condom," she admitted.
The speed at which his hand shot out to grab and open a condom should have been a warning that he needed her just as badly this time. She only moved back far enough so that he could roll it on before shimmying forward and impaling herself on him in one thrust. He groaned and bucked into her, his body overwhelming his control for a moment. She whimpered as it pressed his pelvic bone harder into her sensitive clit.
His eyes bored into hers, his chest rising and falling quickly as his hands slid to her waist to encourage her movements. "I like being able to see you as you ride me," he growled, voice deepening.
Ashley shook her hair over her shoulders and brazenly cupped her breasts. "Oh? You see something you like?" She pinched one nipple and felt it flutter all the way down to squeeze him tighter.
Raf froze, staring and audibly panting as she took her pleasure, riding him and playing with her breasts. "Keep that up and I won’t be held responsible for fucking you silly," he gritted out. The tension in the man was rising with every second, and she had to wonder what it was he was keeping himself from doing.
Curious, she licked a finger and rolled it around the hard tip of her nipple. He bucked under her, but this time he threw his hips downward, his upper body upward. She had only a moment to squeak before his hand on her hip slid to thumb her clit, his lips fastening around the pebbled nipple she wasn’t attending to. The dual attack made her shriek and writhe out a rapid-paced climax.
Before she knew what was happening, he had rolled her underneath him and was jackhammering into her so fast it was quickly overwhelming her sensitive system. She could feel the way her body was trembling weak little ripples around him each time he thrust home, and it didn’t seem to slow him down in the least.
"Ashley," he panted, looking like he was almost having trouble focusing his eyes, 0he was so caught up in their pleasure.
"Raf!" she cried, her body starting to shake as he pounded into her mercilessly. She widened her legs and pulled them up higher, and he slid just that tiny bit further into her, making them both cry out at the fullness. To her shock, he actually sped up, rutting against her so ferociously that there was nothing she could do but climax, and climax hard.
Chapter 5 - Rafael
Raf yawned, stretching as he woke slowly, warm and completely relaxed. He hadn’t slept that well in months. Then his brain kicked in to remind him why he had last night, and he reached out, only to find the space beside himself empty. His eyes flew open. Where was she?
The bed was cold, there was no light on in his bathroom, and he couldn’t hear anything within his rooms. She’d completely left the apartment, ducking out before he could tell her how much he’d enjoyed their drunken fling. Not that he would have put it quite like that, but he probably wouldn’t have asked the human back to his bed if he hadn’t been liberally enjoying his bourbon. From her disappearance, he had to assume she would not have accepted his offer if she weren’t also under the influence. His heart actually sank at the realization that she hadn’t wanted him as much as he did her. They’d connected so completely, it was hard to believe, but his abandoned apartment didn’t leave much room for other alternatives. If her phone had rung, Raf would’ve heard it.
He slid out of bed, his blissful mood upon waking vanishing, leaving only a sour taste in his mouth. He wasn’t often rejected, and while he hadn’t been at first, that’s what it felt like at that point. Not bothering to dress, he went out to check the other rooms—his dragon senses were certain there was no one there, but his surprising sadness at her escape made him check anyway. Even knowing he wouldn’t find her, when he had walked through his suite and found it empty, he sighed. There was something about his night with Ashley that he hadn’t felt before. It was impossible that he was attached to a one-night stand—he wasn’t that much of an idiot—so he didn’t know what to think. Rafael felt strongly enough that their connection had been special that he was almost prepared to go to Next-Gen Apptec and seek her out, which was very unprofessional, but he didn’t know anything else about her.
The scent of coffee drew him into his kitchen, where a steaming mug awaited him, so it had to be a weekday morning. He didn’t need to go into his office, not having anything else urgent to work on now that the contract was signed, but he should probably go down to the club and get to work on the upgrades he’d been putting off.
He caught himself wondering what Ashley was doing more than once while he pulled on jeans and a t-shirt suitable for dusty hands-on work and then packed the things he might need at the club into his briefcase. Had he done something wrong, that she’d run away in the middle of the night?
By the time he reached the club, he had worked himself up about it, trying to figure out what might have happened or if she just didn’t want to deal with the morning after, putting him in a fairly foul mood. When he threw himself into the updates he needed to do, everyone around him seemed to reach the conclusion that he wasn’t in the mood for conversation.
