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It must.
The corset gaped open, and Rafe helped her pull it over her head, then tossed it aside. She reluctantly turned around. It made no sense, this sudden shyness, given all he had just witnessed. Rafe must have sensed this, for when she finally faced him, his gaze was soft and gentle.
“Have I told you how very lovely you are?” He reached out and cupped his hand against her jaw, stroking his thumb along her cheek. Sylvia fought against the urge to look away and shook her head. “You aren’t used to hearing such sentiments,” Rafe suggested.
She lifted one shoulder. “I never cared whether or not a man found me attractive.” Bernard believed it was shallow nonsense to speak of such things, and at the time Sylvia proudly agreed. Though perhaps she had been kidding herself, given the warmth that had spread through her at Rafe’s words. “I wanted to be appreciated for my mind,” she insisted. “Not my body.”
Rafe stared at her for a long moment while still brushing his thumb against her cheek. “I believe it is entirely possible to appreciate someone’s physical attributes while also respecting their mental acuity.”
Sylvia bit her lip and smiled down at him. He was entirely right, of course. Bernard was an ass. “Beautyandbrains. What a combination you are.”
Rafe threw his head back and laughed. Then he tugged her closer. “That smart mouth of yours needs to be kissed. Immediately.”
Sylvia allowed herself to be pulled down on top of him, taking the chance to run her palms over his shoulders as he kissed her thoroughly. Like a man who meant to do far more. Soon enough their kisses turned rough, and Rafe’s hands slid from her waist to the hem of her chemise, which had been tucked into her drawers and now rode up to the tops of her thighs. Sylvia leaned back to allow him to push the fabric up more easily. His eyes darkened even more as his breath quickened. Feeling bold once again, Sylvia pushed his hands away and tore the chemise over her head.
Rafe stared in silence for an endless moment as his heated gaze seemed to take in every inch of her. Then he suddenly sat up, one arm snaking around her waist, and began kissing her neck. Sylvia gasped as his teeth scraped against the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. His other hand cupped her nape, and they stared at each other, his breath fanning her lips. Then, with great deliberation, he pressed his mouth against hers, practically devouring her in an aggressive openmouthed kiss. The feel of his tongue drove Sylvia’s desire even higher, and soon she was writhing against his hardened length in rough movements. Rafe’s hand moved from around her waist and angled his impressive erection deeper between her thighs.
“Is this what you want, my little bird?”
“Yes,” she panted. “God, yes.”
Rafe gave her a naughty grin. “Then take what is yours.”
Sylvia reached down between them and took hold of him, nearly gasping at the heat and weight. How strong and solid he felt. After a few moments of trial and error, Sylvia fit him against her entrance. She met Rafe’s eyes, and he seemed to read the anxiety in them.
“We’ll go slow,” he promised as he stroked her lower back.
“I can’t get pregnant,” she blurted out.
“I know. And I’ll be careful. But there’s always a chance…”
Her courses were due in two days, but he was still right. She should proceed with caution. Instead, Sylvia stared at him for an excruciating moment before answering. “I’ll take it.”
His lips curved in what appeared to be a smile of relief, and Sylvia relaxed a little more. Rafe tilted his hips as she rose onto her knees. Then she slowly sank down, taking his length inch by glorious inch. When he was fully sheathed inside her, Sylvia let out a ragged moan and pitched forward, pressing her face into the crook of his neck. It hadneverfelt like this before. He filled her completely. Perfectly.
She must have said as much because Rafe chuckled and pulled a hand through her tangled hair. He then ever so gently began to move his hips. Sylvia sat up, which only increased the pressure within her. It was so intense that for a moment she thought she would pass out from the pleasure. Rafe continued to watch her closely. He seemed able to read every minute emotion as it fluttered across her face. He reached down and rubbed his thumb against the sensitive nub, and Sylvia could not stop the cry that came out of her.
That devilish grin took over his face once again. “Lean back, Sylvia.”
She did as he said and was able to take even more of him deeper inside her. Rafe continued to manipulate her sex with one hand while his grip on her waist grew increasingly tight. Though he seemed entirely in control of his actions, there were signs that he was beginning to unravel. And she wanted more of it. She wanted to watch this notorious rake fall apart between her thighs. She began to match his thrusts with her own, and Rafe suddenly squeezed his eyes shut and tilted his head back.
“Mother of God. That feels…”
The words died on his lips as Sylvia did the motion again. Rafe opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow. She grinned back at him. He had underestimated her yet again. In response, Rafe pressed his thumb harder against her and raised his knees. Now it was Sylvia’s turn to gasp. When she managed to open her eyes, Rafe’s intense stare only increased the fire smoldering within her. Sylvia could feel another release already cresting, and she could do nothing to hold it at bay.
She groaned his name as a powerful climax rushed through every part of her body in an endless, crashing wave. Rafe held on to her tightly, never stopping his own increasingly ragged pumps. Through it all his gaze had lost none of its intensity. Sylvia leaned closer until her lips touched the soft skin of his ear.
“Come for me,” she breathed.
And that was all it took.
Rafe smoothly flipped them over until Sylvia was on her back. He then took two more deep thrusts before he wrenched himself from her. She watched in fascination as he took hold of his shaft and pumped it until he spent in the sheets beside them, letting out a dark curse as he did so before collapsing into her waiting arms.
A few silent moments passed until Rafe groggily whispered by her ear: “Sylvia, you’re perfect.”
She smiled and nuzzled against his neck. “You’ve much to recommend you as well.”
When his answering chuckle didn’t come, she turned toward him.
