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Sylvia slid off the chair and joined him on the floor. She pressed her palms against the sides of his face and forced him to look at her. “Is that what you think? That I would only want to be with you if I felt obliged?”
Christ, he sounded pathetic. “I don’t know,” he whispered. “I don’t know what to think. I’m still working out how to be just myself. No false identities. No secret missions. Just plain old Rafe Davies.”
Sylvia broke into a watery smile. “That makes two of us, then.” She gently dragged her fingers through his hair and let out a thoughtful sigh. “You said earlier that everything that happened between us was real. Well, I have a confession of my own to make.”
Rafe swallowed. “Oh?”
Sylvia leaned in close, until their noses touched. “It was real for me, too.”
He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment to savor the feeling of his heart setting on fire. “All of it?”
“I’m afraid so.” Sylvia wound her arms around his neck, and Rafe slid his hands up her back.
“Even the bit where you said I was perfect?”
“Oh,especiallythat.” Sylvia then placed a soft kiss on the underside of his jaw, followed by another and another. “Though I wouldn’t let that go to your head. Too much.”
Rafe let out a soft groan as the scent and heat of her skin and the feel of her curves overwhelmed his senses. “Sylvia,” he murmured as he glanced toward the closed door. “Where is your cook?”
“She left to buy provisions for supper. Tell me you’ll stay?”
“Of course.” Rafe then bit his lip. They were alone. “How long do you think she’ll be gone for?”
“Oh, at least an hour. I told her to take her time,” she purred by his ear.
Rafe immediately buried his hands in her hair and pulled her mouth against his in a rough, urgent kiss. He had absolutely no finesse around her. She reduced him to nothing but raw need. Sylvia matched his intensity, pressing into him with an eagerness that threatened his threadbare control. And his sanity. He tore his lips from hers.
“Not here?”
She shook his head, already focused on untying his necktie. “This ismyhouse, and I can do whatever I like wherever I like.” Then she looked up and arched a brow. “Will you deny the lady of Hawthorne Cottage?”
That impertinent tone of hers never failed to inflame him. “Heavens no. I would never.” He pulled off his jacket, tossed it on the sofa, and then laid Sylvia down on the plush carpet in a sun-dappled spot. “But I wanted to go slow. Savor every breath. Taste every inch of your skin.”
“Well, you can’t,” she sighed, already impatiently tugging open the buttons of his waistcoat. “You’ll just have to save that for next time.”
Next time.
He couldn’t stop grinning.
Sylvia paused and raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong? You look a bit deranged.”
Rafe only grinned wider. “No. I’m just happy.” He placed a kiss on her nose. “Deliriously, dementedly happy.” He then began to gently nibble her earlobe before moving to suck the sensitive spot of skin just below it and Sylvia inhaled sharply. Rafe’s cock strained against the fabric of his trousers as she pushed his waistcoat off his shoulders before dragging her hands down his suspenders. He pulled away just as she reached his waistband and sat back on his heels.
“Not yet. I have other plans for you,” he murmured as he pushed up her skirt to her waist. He skated his palms up her legs and pressed her thighs wider.
Sylvia let out a startled gasp, but when Rafe met her gaze, she gave him an encouraging nod. Rafe smiled and leaned down, his fingers searching for the slit in her lacy drawers. “God, you’re so lovely, Sylvia. Everywhere.” She gave a little laugh of disbelief, which quickly turned into a surprised sigh as Rafe lightly stroked through her silky curls. “Do you not believe me?” he teased.
“No. I—I don’t know,” Sylvia breathed, disoriented by his touch.
Rafe continued until he found that sensitive bundle of nerves, and Sylvia cried out, arching her hips against his hand. He loved how responsive she was. “Do you like that, my little bird?”
“Yes,” she gasped and pressed harder against him.
Rafe began to rub the spot in slow, torturous circles, and Sylvia squeezed her eyes shut, her hips chasing to meet his touch. He let out a dark laugh. “So impatient. As always.” He then pressed a finger to her entrance. She was already so wet. Wet forhim. He forced himself to go slow as he pressed one finger inside her, reveling in the soft moans she made, before he added another.
Sylvia cried out and grasped at his shoulders, but he swiftly pulled out of her. She made a noise of protest and opened her eyes in time to see Rafe bring his fingers to his lips and suck her essence from them. Her eyes widened in shock.
Good. Then no one had ever done that for her before.
