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Feeling better, I decide to take a shower. After standing beneath the hot water for over twenty minutes—a luxury I rarely afford myself—I slip into a plush robe I find hanging on the bathroom door.
I look out the windows to the night sky. A small orange circle from the deck catches my eye. It’s the end of a cigarette, held by a man sitting in a chair. Rafe.
I’m surprised that he’s still up, and that he smokes, since I never once caught the whiff of cigarette on him. Peter and I once lived next to a woman who smoked. The scent hung around her like a daily application of perfume.
The wiser thing for me to do is to go to bed. Maybe Peter will have more of his memory back tomorrow. I’m sure Rafe has better things to do than hang out in Costa Rica till Peter is well enough to be discharged. I’ll offer to find myself a motel, so Rafe can go back. It’ll be just me and Peter. And we’ll never take on another job connected to a triad. Hell, we may want to reconsider our “profession” entirely. I won’t ever have to see Rafe again.
I should be celebrating that fact. Instead, I feel a little sad. Plus...I did offer a lot in exchange for him taking me to see Peter. Maybe Rafe dismissed it all as the ramblings of desperation. I don’t want to remind him of all the things I said, especially the crazy bit about being a sex slave. I mentally berate myself for that one.
I should want nothing to do with the guy. I should befuriouswith him. He kidnapped me, threatened my life, and punished me. Okay, so the last part was paired with crazy amazing orgasms, but am I being a pushover if I forgive him for all that? Peter has always said I’m way too nice.
Go to bed,I tell myself.If you’re lucky, Rafe won’t remember or care about what you offered him. He has his Morelli.
But I’m not that smart.
Sliding the glass door open, I step out onto the deck.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
“Ididn’t know you smoked,” I say as I approach where Rafe sits looking out at the ocean.
He puts out the cigarette. “I don’t really. Used to. Just felt like having one tonight.”
I wonder if maybe it’s been an eventful day for him too. Does he regret the things he has to do in his line of work? Like what he did with Alessandro?
Standing next to him and observing his profile, I can sense his unease. I decide to sit on his lap as if that will make him feel better. When I’m not drawn in by his gaze, he intimidates me. But here in the night, with the soothing sound of ocean waves lapping, it feels as if he’s let his guard down.
He puts an arm around my waist, and we sit in silence. But it’s only a matter of time. I knew when I stepped out onto the deck that it would probably end in sex. I have nothing on beneath my robe. Rafe is in silk pajama pants and a white formfitting t-shirt. No matter what he wears, he manages to look sexy and sophisticated.
When his hand moves up my back, I instinctively know to turn and look at him so that our lips can meet. A charge goes through me. A few minutes ago, I had felt relaxed enough to go to bed. Not anymore.
While kissing me, he undoes my robe and slides it off my shoulders. I delve my tongue in deep while he massages my breasts. I groan into his mouth when he tugs on my nipples. Eventually he tears his lips from mine and sears them to my breast. Hot tension burns between my thighs as he sucks and rolls his tongue around my nipple. I try to keep my gasps and groans to a minimum, remembering that there’s a bodyguard outside the front of the house, and Chung’s bedroom, which also has access to the deck, is near.
I kiss my way down to Rafe’s chest, push up his shirt and take one of his nipples into my mouth. I suck the hardened nub as hard as I can until he finally groans, then I flick my tongue over it several times before moving to the other nipple. I want him to feel a little of what he made my nipples feel. I assault with licking, nibbling, and biting, relishing his grunts.
He reaches for my head, his fingers threading through my hair, but before he can tighten his grasp, I slide down till my knees are on the floor. Settled between his legs, I undo the drawstrings of his pajama pants and easily release his stiffened cock. Fisting the velvet hardness, I coax it to stiffen even more before swirling my tongue over the crown. He releases a shaky breath.
