Page 45 of Tempting as Sin
She picked up the packet that she’d laid on top of the rack, unfastened the tab, pulled the contents out, and let both thigh-high stockings unroll. Fine as gossamer, soft as a whisper. White lace on top, and barely a shimmer beneath. She held them under the thong with both hands and asked Rafe, “Yes? Or no?”
He let out a breath in a slow, measured exhalation. “My brain cells have fused. I can’t.”
She waggled the stockings. “Come on. Really? No garter belt required. Too sexy anyway?”
“All I’m thinking,” he said, “is how much I want to see that on you. That’s all. I can’t.”
She tried to fold the stockings around their cardboard insert again, saw her hands tremble, and faced it. She was soaking wet, desperately aroused, and about to embarrass herself.
“I’ll just…” she tried to say. “Do the rest, then. The, uh…with the bra. So it’s not so…erotic.”
He’d stood up while she’d been talking. She’d have taken a step back, but she was in front of the rack. It wasn’t that she wanted to run away anyway. It was just that he was so…so…
It was hiseyes.
He reached out a hand. Lifted her chin. Looked into her eyes. Lowered his mouth to hers, and took it.
Fire.
Oh, yeah.
Her mouth was warm and soft, her eyes were closed, and her body, covered by that snug little dress and clearly so little else, was pliant and curvy and right there to feel against him. He had a hand at the back of her neck and an arm around her waist, pulling her in tight, and she had both her own hands at the back of his head, her fingers trying to find purchase in his short hair, and failing. His tongue was in her mouth already, every single inch of her was yielding, and he was much too close to being out of control.
He kissed her like he’d never get enough. He kissed her like he was already inside her. His palm slipped down and cupped that gorgeous bum, she made a little noise into his mouth, and the flames went higher. He absolutely hurt, and all he wanted was to keep on hurting. The more it hurt, the better it was going to feel in the end, and he needed to get them both there. Now.
He felt her stiffen a split second before the voice registered. “Oh! Excuse me.”
He raised his head, but he didn’t step back. He couldn’t. It was Hailey, carrying an armful of garments, and she had somebody else with her.
Finally, it registered. The velvet curtain on the rings. The rack. The fitting room. For customers.
He was already moving, but he still had Lily’s hand, and she was going with him. Ten feet, and he was at that white-painted door to the unexciting back room, opening it fast, pulling her through it, and kicking it closed again. And then he was kissing her some more. Backing her up. Lifting her so she was sitting at the edge of the work table.
So much better, because she was right there, her feet off the floor, her breath coming hard, looking like a fantasy. The dress was in his way, though. Too snug, so she couldn’t open her legs, and surely they both needed her to do that. His hand was on her leg, just below her knee, and then he was shoving her skirt up. Slowly, because it felt so good. The skin of her thigh was silky-smooth, his hand and the skirt went higher, and her thighs parted for him. Just like that.
Yeah.
“Rafe.”It was a gasp, and then he was stepping into her. He was yanking her against him hard, her legs were wrapping around him, and he was kissing her even deeper. She was making some noise again, and he needed to hear her make more.
Outside, Hailey was talking, and the customer was answering. In here, he was grinding into Lily, kissing her better, until at last, he trailed his mouth along her cheek, to her neck, and kissed her there. Softly, now, because he could tell that was how she liked it, and her skin was too tender to be rough. Her head was turning, giving him more access, and her hands were gripping his shoulders, pulling him in, so, yeah, that was how she liked it.
He licked around the hole in her earlobe, tasting the gold hoop threaded through it, then moving up as he cradled her head in one hand. She was sensitive here as well, and he wondered if she could possibly have as many erogenous zones on that curvy body as it seemed. He wanted to know. He wanted to touch her and kiss her everywhere, until all she could do was lie back, squirm, and ask him to do it some more. And then he wanted to do everything else.
He bit her earlobe. Gently, and she still jumped, which was when he spoke the words into her ear. “I want to fuck you hard.”
He didn’t even realize he’d actually said it until she reacted. Another moan.
He had to do it right here. He had to…
A phone rang. Close by. Too loud.
She stiffened.
“Let it ring,” he said. It may have been a groan.
“It’s Paige. I just…what am Idoing?”
Never the words you wanted to hear. The ones that meant you had to back off, to step back. He did it, and she didn’t look at him, so he took her by the waist and lifted her to the floor.
