Page 58 of Tempting as Sin
“I thought I said to stay there,” he said, and she caught her breath.
“AndIthought,” she said, ignoring the fact that she was wearing absolutely nothing and all he’d taken off were his shoes, “that we needed a candle.”
He smiled. Slowly, and all the way to his eyes. “This never happens to the werewolf.”
“Maybe,” she said, “the werewolf needs to get out into the real world, where the real women live.”
“Could be.” He looked her over. Slowly. “Could also be that I’d love to see you in candlelight. Underneath me.”
That was unfair. She tried to strike a match, and failed. He took the box from her, and the light of a match flared bright in the dim room. A touch to the wick, and the light changed to a mellow glow, dancing against the shadows, climbing the wall. Hot air cooled by the whirling fan, the fitful breeze.
“Oh, yeah,” he said, then stepped up behind her.
Surely, there was nothing like being pressed against a man’s hard body, feeling his lips on your neck. His hand moved to her breast, lifted it, his thumb traced her nipple, and the sensation arrowed straight to her core.
His lips, his tongue, his teeth on her neck, her shoulder. Gentle, then not quite so much. His arms moving her like they were dancing, and his deep voice murmuring in her ear. “Open your eyes, Lily. Look at how amazing you are.”
He’d turned her so she faced the mirror. Rafe’s body dark as a shadow behind her, his hand showing brown against her breast, her body pale in the candlelight.
“That’s beautiful,” he said, and there was a catch in his voice. His hand was moving, stroking down her ribs, her belly, taking its time. She felt every inch of his touch, and she watched her body respond, her flesh quiver where he’d been. Saw his hand dive between her legs and settle in to play, and saw her knees tremble.
“Feels good,” he whispered in her ear. “Makes you want more.”
“Yes.” It was a gasp.
“Take down your hair for me,” he said.
She looked in the mirror, and she did it. His hands on her. Her fingers finding the elastic, pulling it out and dropping it to the floor. Shaking her head so the blonde waves fell around her shoulders. Down her back.
She’d never felt more like a woman. He was powerful? So was she.
Her head was spinning. Her heart was pounding. He turned her and, finally, he was kissing her. Long and slow and deep, tongues dancing, tasting. She slid her hands under his T-shirt, then worked it up his body, and he stood back and yanked it off.
Now, she needed the candlelight to seehim.Hard muscle forming glorious dips and bulges. Smooth, dark skin, and hair as black as midnight. Her hands on his chest, and the sharp intake of his breath when she played there, then slid a palm down over his abdomen, all the way to his belt. She looked up at him, toyed with the leather tongue, then slid it slowly through the loops.
“Want to know what I’m good at?” she asked him.
He didn’t look like a werewolf. He looked like a man. She put her other palm on the considerable bulge in his jeans, traced a finger slowly down it and drew a nail back up, and heard him groan.
“Uh…” That was all he managed.
“I’m going to take that as a ‘yes.’” She pulled back slowly on the leather, and the prong came loose from its hole. Both hands, and the belt was unfastened. A flick of a button, and she was almost there.
The thunder rolled outside, a long, low grumble, deep as an elephant call, almost below the level discernible by the human ear, but sending a shiver through her all-too-human body all the same. Her finger and thumb on the tab of the zipper, playing again. And then, exactly as slowly as she could, drawing it down.
He’d made her burn. She wanted to do the same for him. She lowered herself to her knees, took the rest of his clothes along with her, and let him kick them off. Still slowly. And right in front of the mirror. “You like to watch?” she asked him. “Watch this.”
Wait,Rafe thought.Wait.This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. This was…uh…He may have lost his train of thought.
He’d thought Lily was shy. She wasn’t one bit shy about this. And she’d been right. She was talented. She took her time, and she did it right. When his hands tightened in her hair, she slowed down, and when they relaxed again, she sped up. As soon as he got comfortable, she changed it up. It was frustrating. It was maddening. It was hot as hell. And watching her slim back in the mirror, pale in the candlelight? Seeing his hands twining in her hair, wrapping the length of it around his palms, tipping her head back, moving it exactly the way he wanted? Oh, yeah.
Oh,yeah.He was trying to hold back, and it wasn’t working.
“Lily,” he said, and pulled her hair a little harder. “Lily. Stop. I can’t…”
When she released him, he wanted her mouth back again. “Oh, yes,” she said, sounding so assured. She still had a hand on him, like she didn’t want to let him go, and that hand was keeping up the effort. “You can. Turn sideways, so you can see me. You’re going to watch me take everything.”
Oh, God. He couldn’t say no. It was supposed to be about pleasing her. The thunder pealed again, closer this time, and he felt it all the way to his bones. He turned sideways, and then he watched. He watched his body stiffen. He watched his face twist. He watched his hands tighten on her. And he watched as he jerked and spasmed and groaned.
