Page 69 of Keep Her from Them

He cupped and moulded me, breaking the kiss to move down my body. If I wasn’t imagining things, his hands shook. It only made me burn more for him, my skin electric and my nippleshard. When he encased one in his lips, a burst of relief rocked me. He sucked on me, and I nearly died, my pulse skipping.

“So fucking perfect,” he muttered to my chest.

His hand on my thigh eased toward the hem of the small pair of sleep shorts I’d picked out for the warm evening. My knees fell open to give him access. I didn’t know what it was about this man. How he had a hotwired path to my central nervous system. But it was real and vivid, and each new place his hands or lips touched drove me that much closer to the edge.

Maybe it was the control he kept over himself. Even now, even with my nipple in his mouth and his fingertips moving to my inner thigh, he was holding back.

I wanted him to break. To fall into the mess of need I was in.

He brushed over my clit through my sleep shorts, and I jerked at the deep pulse of pleasure. Raphael released my breast with a wet pop and sat back, a question in his eyes, and a hand at my waistband.

“Don’t you dare stop,” I ordered.

“Yes, ma’am.”

His smirk turned devilish, and he brought his mouth to mine at the same moment his fingers eased into my last remaining item of clothing, right where I needed them to be. He skimmed over the apex of my thighs as if learning my shape, then cupped me between the legs.

I could have cried in relief. I bucked my hips, and he relented to press a delicious circle into my clit. God, yes, this. Raphael repeated the action. He wound me up in tantalising touches, all the while kissing me with the same dedication I’d seen in how he’d guarded me.

His free hand squeezed my hip then skimmed my waist to work my breasts again. All I knew was him. Every place on my body he touched. All the ways in which he gave me this incredible feeling.

Stretched out under him, I caught alight, an orgasm closing in fast, and moved my hips to chase it against his hand. The steadfast man kept the same pace, delivering exactly what I needed far faster than I believed possible.

It hit me like a wrecking ball, slamming into me so hard I nearly blacked out. I couldn’t recall the last time someone else had made me come, but this erased every other memory. Every other touch than his.

I cried out, and Raphael swallowed the sound, an echoing groan faintly piercing my heady state and bringing me back to earth while my body sang with absolute joy.

Nothing had ever felt that good. A fast-delivered orgasm at the hands of a man I trusted more than I trusted myself.

“God,” I whispered. “You’re so good.”

Raphael shivered. If I hadn’t been paying him all the attention, I could’ve missed it. but my words had impact.

He liked the praise.

I might have come, but need still rose in me because he’d been left hanging. I clutched him to me, keeping our kiss going, and loving his fresh burst of energy. He wasn’t done. He might’ve said this was all about me, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t reciprocate.

Pushing up, I tugged him to lie next to me. Then I straddled him. Urgency sparked in Raphael’s eyes, and his hands landed on my hips. I was beginning to get obsessed with how he responded to me. At last, I had his strong body under my hands. I grazed my fingertips over those bulky shoulders, loving the feel of his hard muscles.

“You’re beautiful,” I told him.

Under me, his dick pulsed. His grip on me tightened.

“I’ve never come so hard.” I traced my fingertips down his abs, loving the flat planes of his tensed belly, and even more how his breathing caught and his eyes shuttered closed.

Praise really did work with him.

How had it taken me weeks to notice this?

“I want to return the favour.” I watched him for the expected reaction.

Raphael didn’t disappoint. He masked his obvious need and shook his head once, his desperation so close to the surface but held back by rigid control. “I said this was all about ye, after ye were almost drugged tonight and scared out of your mind. Taking pleasure from ye would be wrong.”

I ran my hands up my body and palmed my breasts, squeezing them. His gaze followed, and desire practically shone from him. Matching urgency built in me.

“You’re trying very hard to be honourable, but that isn’t what I need right now. I need you with me, feeling what I’m feeling. Be a good boy and let me touch you.”

With a rasp of breath, he threw a forearm over his eyes, his hips bucking into me at the same time. “Just kiss me.”

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