Page 34 of Break the Ice
No.
Yes.
Hell yes.
I hold in a breath, trying to fight the draw. The hot, magnetic energy that’s bouncing between us and leaving me flustered.
My pussy clenches. Just the thought of everything Rafe says makes me feel so… unfulfilled.
“You want me, Sugar,” he whispers, tilting my face up to his. He bends his head low enough to take my lips, doing so gently. Only after he teases the hell out of me. His lips brush mine before disappearing. “You haven’t had anybody please you in a very long time, have you? I can, Sugar. I can have you feeling so damn good.”
He kisses me again. More possessively. For real this time.
With one hand sliding down the side of my throat and the other gripping me by my towel. I fight the temptation as long as I possibly can—his kiss seeks to put me under his spell. He brings me an instant warmth that has me swimming in arousal.
I hold off until I can’t anymore. In the next second, I’m giving into the moment. I’m letting him kiss me and I’m shuddering for more. I arch my body up into his and grip the tuft of hair on his nape, holding him to me in the same way his arm has cinched around my waist.
Rafe’s aggression. He’s dominance. That much is clear just from his kiss.
All things I should reject from a man I truly can’t stand. Yet I’m only swimming deeper into dark waters. I’m slick between my thighs and panting from the heat.
Rafe kisses like he’s out to win. We’re playing yet another game, and he’s going to come out as victor. He sucks on my tongue and strokes my body. He pries my hand away from the corner of my towel where it’s secured. Then he wrenches it away so that I’m left standing completely nude, trapped within his arms.
I gasp and slam my hands to his chest to push him away.
He only pulls me closer and seals his lips over mine in a harder, more urgent kiss.
My mind reels. Any outrage melts away. Any arousal intensifies. I can feel myself dripping, my pussy throbbing. I’ve never in my life been kissed like this, possessed by a man’s kiss and his arm clenched around my waist.
All as I stand naked in his hold.
Rafe palms my breasts and grips my hips. Rough touches that elicit more tingly shudders out of me. How is it possible he hasn’t even touched my sex yet and I’m already about to come?
What a fucking nightmare…
But the tiny critical voice is drowned out by the much louder, carnal desire that’s been set free inside of me.
I’m willing to let tonight be a one-off. For once I’ll give in and let myself indulge.
Rafe Golding has proven too damn irresistible for anything else.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to play with you, Sugar,” Rafe says, forcefully pulling away from our kisses. His skin’s as warm as mine and his lids hang halfway like he’s drunk. “But I meant it when I said the rules have changed. You’re giving me more than one night. On the terms I set forth for you.”
I blink out of the spell I’ve found myself in. “Rafe, you fucking jerk?—”
“I’ll send for you, Sugar. And then I’ll explain the new offer. You’ll be smart to accept when it’s proposed—my patience is running out, and when that happens, I tend to spill secrets.”
He strokes my cheek, drops his gaze to ogle my nude body one last time, like he’s memorizing every last detail, then starts for the exit.
I hurry to grab my towel off the ground and cover myself. Humiliation burns me from the inside out. I feel beyond foolish. How could I let him make me so aroused I forgot common sense and gave him so much control?
“This isn’t over!” I snap at his retreating form.
He stops directly in front of the door and glances at me from over his shoulder. Cruel humor lives on his face, his signature stray lock of hair hanging over his brow. “Oh, it’s far from being over. You’re playing my game by my rules. And, believe me, I always win.”
11. Rafe
Marisse is on pins and needles over the next few days. She doesn’t have to admit it aloud for me to know this. What happened in her hotel room the other night bothers her. It drives her up the wall that I’m holding her secret over her head. That I haven’t even revealed what the new rules are going to be.
