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His words made me so hard it hurt. I couldn’t unbutton my own trousers without taking my hands off him, so I stifled my own need. His prick was long and lean, like the rest of him. I couldn’t take all of him in without gagging, but I sucked what I could, finding a steady pace.
A burst of sour salt hit my tongue and he gave a garbled cry. I froze, tightening my grip on his shaft. Slowly I allowed him to slide from my mouth. “Not yet, love.”
Both of us breathing hard, I gave his thighs a little shove. He went back, sitting on the bed. I scooted forward so I could remove his boots and then his trousers. He leaned back on his elbows, and for a moment I wanted more light. I wanted to clearly see his debauched expression, to trace the shadow of hair that covered his chest and trailed down to his cock and balls.
I sat back on my heels, unbuttoning my own shirt and pulling off my undershirt.
“You glow,” he whispered, which made me chuckle.
“Just wait, Rafe Gallagher.” I stood, eager to lose the rest of my clothing. When I stood before him naked, I said, “now, what do you see?”
“A gift, one I’d never hoped to receive.” He growled the words. “No come here. I want more of you.”
I could no more ignore his command than I could fly to the moon. I went to him, my knees between his thighs, my hands on his shoulders. Leaning forward, I held him down on the bed. My body fit perfectly against his, our pricks pressed between our bellies.
His hands were everywhere, stroking my back, my shoulders, gripping the curve of my ass. Brushing the hair away from his face, I looked into those dark eyes. I once thought a demon peered out through his eyes, but now I saw an old, old soul, one who’d been asked to see and do too much. With a sigh, I bent my head and met his lips in a sweet kiss.
Well, I’d meant it to be sweet, but as soon as our lips touched, he wrapped his arms around me, one hand holding my head, the other pinning me close. He locked one leg across mine, truly trapping me.
Trapped there, utterly safe, I gave him all I could, my tongue in his mouth, my hips thrusting hard against him. My spirit opening, allowing him in. He began to thrust, a little tentative for my taste so I reached down, raising my hips so I could clasp both our cocks. My grip firmed and he followed my cue, thrusting harder.
With that, I let our bodies take over. I pushed free of his clasping arms, propping myself on one hand so I could change the angle. That allowed him to play with my nipples, to stroke my chest, as if he could memorize me by touch.Those hands.I’d never felt anything like his fingers on my skin.
His power swirled around us, and I wondered what would happen when he went over. Would he grimace? Cry out? Set us both on fire? My own pleasure was close to peaking. I gritted my teeth to hold it off, thrusting even faster.
It didn’t take long.
He stiffened, head rocked back, his mouth open in a soundless cry. Power wrapped both of us in a shell of safety. His cock pulsed, his thick, warm spend running over the back of my hand. I stayed poised over him, thrusting gently, bringing him back from where he’d gone.
Only when he opened his eyes and smiled up at me did I let him go.That smile! I would do anything to see that smile. My own need grew. I tightened my grip on my own cock, my thumb firm across the tip in the way that made me shiver, and began thrusting.
Two strokes. Four. Pleasure grabbed me and gave me a rough shove into the abyss. Almost immediately, my prick was too sensitive to touch, so I used both hands to brace myself over Rafe, my head hanging low against his.
As he relaxed, his power calmed, settling over us like an embrace. “You are a wonder, Vincent Fairchild,” he said. “I thought I would always be alone until I saw your beautiful spirit.”
His words made me feel as fragile as a butterfly’s wing and I bravely met his gaze, tracing his brows with my fingertip. “We’ve barely scratched the surface, love.” My voice cracked, some unnamed emotion getting the better of me. I paused to clear my throat. “I have a few more tricks before we’re done.”
“Hmm.” His breathing deepened, and I gingerly rolled off to lay beside him.My skin tingled as his power faded away.I’d clean us up as soon as the strength returned to my legs. In the meantime, I let his words echo in my mind. You are a wonder.Youare awonder. When had anyone said that about me before?
Never.
It might just be sex talk, but I hung onto it anyway. My other lovers had been there for my last name or my pretty face. Rafe had no use for either. If I was a wonder to him, I’d hold onto that for all I was worth.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Rafe woke up with the sun, which meant I did, too. I could have slept longer, but decided he deserved another lesson in pleasure. Soon we were tangled and sweaty. I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face, though when he drifted off to sleep, I did not.
Instead, I washed and dressed and scratched a note on the hotel stationery. Margaret hadn’t opened her door so I risked her unending ire by cracking it open. I peeked inside long enough to determine that she was there and hadn’t been stolen from us again, and with that reassurance, I let myself out of the room.
A different clerk had command of the front desk, an older man whose hairline had receded to near baldness. A fringe of grey circled his head, making him look like a very well-dressed monk.
The lobby was empty except for the two of us. I approached the desk but he didn’t look up from his book. “Excuse me,” I said.
Was he hard of hearing, too? I rang the bell. “Excuse me?”
Still he continued reading. If I’d been in a thieving mood, I would have gone for the cashbox, just to see if I could get a reaction. Instead, I went around the desk and put my hand on the center of the book.
“Excuse me.”
