Page 34 of Emergency Engagement

The cars all arrived at the villa at the same time and there were sleepy goodnights from everyone. Victoria was there, sulky and lurking slightly behind Clement. Sammy ignored her, and she noticed Rafael did as well, confining his brief conversation to Clement while his ex glared and fulminated. Somewhere during the course of the evening, Victoria had seemed to stop trying to dazzle. Now she looked a little sad in her drooping silver sequinned dress that barely skirted her thighs and the high heels that made her tower over everyone in the party.

Sammy and Rafael headed up to their suite and Sammy felt the thud of anticipation like a drumbeat inside her. He was holding her hand and, as he pushed open the door, he turned to her.

‘Okay—question time.’

‘I’ll go first.’ She leaned against the wall and gazed up at him with a sexy half-smile. ‘Sure you’re going to be all right with this?’

‘Let me think about that,’ Rafael murmured, flattening his hands on either side of her so that she was deliciously caged in.

‘I mean,’ Sammy elaborated huskily, ‘I wouldn’t want you to get all upset because you think I’ve taken advantage of you after all that dancing and drinking...’ She walked her fingers over his chest and then stroked the side of his face. Her heart skipped a beat as his eyes darkened with desire.

He held her hand and grazed his mouth against her knuckles.

‘I’ll do my best to keep regrets to the minimum...’

‘Good, and so will I. Because we’re here, Rafael, and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life as much as I want you right now. I don’t understand it, and believe me I know it’s not going anywhere—which is a very good thing—but I can’t seem to help myself.’

‘Ditto.’

And then he kissed her, one hand still propped against the wall, the other teasing the underside of her breast through the stretchy material of the vest.

Sammy groaned. The wetness between her legs was driving her crazy. She wanted to guide his hand there, wanted to pull aside her panties so that he could touch her and drive her even more crazy. He lifted her as though she weighed nothing and she wrapped her legs around him as they managed to make it to the bedroom.

‘I think your place rather than mine,’ he teased, nuzzling her ear. ‘Somehow, a bed is a lot more appealing than a sofa.’

‘I don’t care where we go.’ Sammy groaned truthfully. ‘Just as long as we get there quickly.’

‘You won’t be getting anywhere quickly,’ he murmured huskily in return. ‘At least, not if I have my wicked way.’

He was true to his word. He took his time, leaving the lights off so that the only light came from the moon casting shadows and angles though the shutters into the bedroom. The fan overhead was a pleasing background whirr, picking up from where the night sounds outside left off.

He deposited her gently on the bed and she immediately wriggled up against the pillows so that she could look at him in open appreciation as he got undressed. He was magnificent. Her mouth fell open as he stripped off his tee-shirt, revealing a tightly muscled torso and powerful arms, his chest darkened with hair. Her breathing was uneven as he continued the striptease without an ounce of embarrassment. His boxers were black and she could see the very visible outline of his erection. She held her breath as the boxers came down and he casually touched himself, stroking himself as he lazily strolled towards her.

‘Enjoying the view?’ he ground out, settling on the mattress but, rather than lying next to her, he knelt over her.

‘V-very much so,’ Sammy managed to stutter, eyes glued to the mesmerising sight of him stroking himself. ‘If only I had a camera.’

‘What a wicked thought...’

Rafael smiled. This level of intensity and excitement felt like something he’d been waiting for all his life, freed from all the restrictions he was so accustomed to laying down in his relationships. She was the one laying down the rules, and the rules werehisrules. How much more perfect could a situation get?

Gazing at him with green, slumberous eyes, she was the epitome of everything desirable and, with a groan of abandon,he pushed up the flimsy wraparound skirt. She had satin-soft thighs and a flat stomach. He gently eased off her underwear, but he didn’t have the patience to take off the rest of her clothes. Instead, he bent to bury his head between her thighs, and the first taste of her was as sweet as nectar. He flicked his tongue along her wet slit and found the bud of her clitoris. He teased it until she was panting and writhing against his mouth.

Taking it slowly, something he excelled at, was beyond his reach. He’d never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted her and the fact that she felt the same way about him was even more of a turn-on. He couldn’t get her clothes off fast enough and neither could she. Together they flung her stuff over the side of the bed, and he had one moment of excruciating pleasure as he reared up to look at her naked body.

She was so slight, so smooth. Her breasts were small and perfectly shaped, barely a handful, and he could practically span her waist with his hands; yet there was a well-toned strength to her ballerina-like body that spoke of the physically testing career she had made her own, always on her feet and seldom slowing down.

Everything about her struck him as perfect. He tasted her everywhere. He licked her breasts and suckled on her ripe, pink nipples until she was begging him to take her. He stroked her belly and kissed her so that she was senseless with desire. Every second of touching was agony because all he wanted to do was be inside her.

When he could stand it no longer, he reached for protection. His fingers were so shaky that he could barely rip open the foil packet. Sinking into her was bliss. He’d died and gone to heaven. She was tight around him, and her body moved in sync with his so that, as he arched back to orgasm, she too tightened and stiffened, moving in unison with him.

Rafael came on a shudder that forced out a groan of satisfaction and then, sated, he rolled off her and lay beside her.

‘No regrets?’ he murmured, stroking her hair from her damp forehead, and she drowsily smiled back at him.

‘None at all. I never thought I could do this...never thought I could sleep with a guy I don’t plan on having any kind of relationship with. But... I just did...and I’ve never felt so liberated. So, regrets? None...’

CHAPTER EIGHT

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