Page 44 of Rafa's Convenient Wife

“Our housekeepers,” he corrected again. “This is your house now. You’re part of the family.”

“Still,” she argued, “it won’t kill me to tidy up after myself.”

“If you insist,” he grumbled, retrieving a fluffy white towel from the cabinet. He gestured toward the small table and teak bench near the tub. “Do you want me to leave it here?”

“Um...” She looked at him and then the table and then the tile floor. “Could you actually help me out of the tub? I should have put down a towel. These bath bombs have oil in them, so I’m sure my feet are going to be slippery.”

“We need to go shopping.” He moved closer to the tub. “This bathroom is not outfitted for a woman and baby. I only use the shower and tend to be more of a minimalist.”

“I’ve noticed.” She tugged on the drain to empty the tub and carefully rose from the bubbly water. “Thankfully, I enjoy the same aesthetic. Jasper, on the other hand, is a bit of a maximalist.”

Rafael laughed softly at that description of their nephew and his insane collection of toys and clothing and baby gear. He started to say something about a nursery, but the words died on his tongue as Sky’s lush body came into view. He had known she would be gorgeous, but he was staggered by the sight ofher standing there, dripping water and bubbles like an erotic tableau.

All those years of travel and her work as a tour guide in Iceland had toned her body like an athlete. She had powerful arms and shoulders and strong, shapely legs. His needful gaze lingered on her breasts and hips and ass. He had never wanted any woman as much as he wanted his wife.

“Rafa?” she asked uncertainly. Her face had gone a little pink, and she blushed under his hungry stare.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t stare like that.” He cleared his throat and held out his hand to help her out of the tub.

“Why not? We are married, aren’t we?” She took his hand, and their gazes clashed. She practically dared him to look again.

So he did.

Chapter Fifteen

Look at me. Sky’s heart raced as Rafael’s searing gaze branded her body. The desperate need in his eyes drove her crazy.Touch me.

As if reading her mind, he said, “I think you need help drying off, Mrs. Farias.”

“Do I?” She gingerly stepped out of the tub with his help, and he carefully dabbed at her wet skin with the towel. She trembled as he moved so excruciatingly slow, mapping out her body with the luxurious, fluffy cotton. He made sure to dry every single inch of her, and she gulped when his hand moved between her legs where she wanted to feel his touch the most.

The towel was soon forgotten, and Rafael wound his arms around her waist. He hauled her close, letting one hand cup her bare bottom while the other tangled in the messy strands of her loose bun. He lowered his face toward hers, teasing their mouths together before finally kissing her.

Whimpering, she clutched his shirt and arm and invited him to deepen their kiss. He tasted of coffee and brown sugar, and the woodsy scent of his cologne left her dizzy. She needed more of him—his taste, his scent, his body heat—and he was only too willing to give it.

“Let me take you to bed,” he begged between feverish kisses. “Let me make love to you.”

“Yes,” she agreed happily. “Please, Rafael. I need you.”

He groaned and picked her right up, coaxing her thighs around his waist and supporting her weight with his strong hands. The thrill of being manhandled made her core throb, and she peppered his handsome face with kisses. He made quick work of carrying her out of the bathroom and into his bedroom, where he deposited her on the bed.

She leaned back on her elbows, her full body exposed to her husband, and watched him undress. She breathed hard as she greedily eyed every bit of skin he revealed. She had caught glimpses of him here and there since getting married. Sharing a house and caregiving duties for Jasper meant they were often in close quarters.

But this? Seeingallof him? She practically vibrated with excitement and desire.

When he stepped out of his black boxer briefs, she nearly passed out. Of course, she’d already had her hands on his cock, but the garden had been so dark. She hadn’t gotten to actually look at it or really spend much time touching it. Now, in the light of day, she gulped at the sight of what he had to offer.

Craving him, she sat up and grasped at his hip. Her possessive move drew a shocked laugh from Rafa, but he happily walked closer, not stopping until his knees were touching the bed. She stroked his thick, hard shaft, starting at the base and working her way to the blunt head. He groaned as if in pain, and she stroked him a little tighter but still just as slow.

“Sky,” he pleaded. “You don’t have to—.”

She leaned forward and flicked her tongue along the crown of his cock, shutting him right up. He groaned again, and she smiled before sucking him between her lips. He filled her mouth, and she lazily bobbed up and down, enjoying the heavy weight of his penis against her tongue. He tasted so damn good, and the appreciative sounds me made sent little shocks of joy straight to her clit.

“Sky. Baby.” He panted and gently curled his fingers in her hair. He didn’t try to force her head down or painfully tug on her hair. His touch was tender and loving, and it made her want to do wild things that would make him lose control.

But he had other plans.

“Enough,” Rafael said before suddenly pulling free from her mouth. “It’s my turn to enjoy you.”

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