Page 74 of In Want of a Wife
It could have been enough to be in the bath with Rafe, but that wouldn’t be enough for Lily.
She crawled back onto the bed, pulling herself farther into the pillows with her elbows, her hot gaze pinned on Rafe and his magnificent, naked body. The bruises had mellowed, and the scar above his eye was healing, but there were more scars she would never know the stories to. His body was something to be admired, something to love. She wished to touch and explore. She wished this afternoon could last a lifetime between them.
I found you,she thought.
And yet she would have to say goodbye soon.
She forced on a smile even as her stomach fluttered. Nothing like the present, and at present, Rafe Davies was stalking toward her as if she were prey. And she so desperately wished to be caught.
He leaned down and kissed her knee, bracing her upper thighs with his hands.
“Is this what you want, Lily?”
She nodded.
He crawled onto the bed, his hands traveling farther north up her body, settling at her waist. He bent forward once more and placed a kiss on her soft mound.
“Now?”
“It’s a start.”
He chuckled, nodding to himself as if to confirm this madness was truly happening. He sank down onto the bed and parted her knees, then gently licked her from bottom to top along her seam, and the world shattered around her.
Need buzzed in her blood, and she swore she saw stars before her eyes as he licked and sucked at her, drawing out a warm heat that filled her body.
“I can’t help myself, Lily.” He licked her again, then pressed his thumb against her pearl just as he had done in the library. The pressure of his touch sent stars before her eyes, and suddenly she was chasing that rush of pleasure again. “I am mad for you. It’s all I think about.”
“Seems selfish to correct it.”
Instead of laughing, he slipped his fingers inside of her and drew them against the walls of her sex. The warmth spread throughout her body, a burning hot edge that threatened to explode any moment. She gripped the bedsheets and moaned, closing her eyes and bucking her hips, eager for release.
“Lily, I want you to soar for me. That’s it, love.” Rafe leaned down and darted his tongue against her nub in the lightest of strokes—the heat exploded and rushed through her limbs as she shook around him.
She reached for his shoulders, pressing her fingers hard into his skin until the pleasure washed over her body, and she slowly opened her eyes to catch her breath.
“There can’t be anything better.” She laughed to herself, recognizing that she must be wrong because still she craved more.
“Lily, say my name again and find out.”
Rafe moved up her body, kissing her stomach, then drawing her nipple into his mouth.
This was never what she imagined, but it felt natural. This felt right.
“Are you certain you want to continue? We can stop.”
No, she never wanted anything less in her entire life.
“Yes, I do. Please.”
He kissed her collarbone before he lightly worried her flesh with his teeth and chased away the pain with a quick sweep of his tongue. Then he moved to the hollow of her throat.
“Tell me if I hurt you. Hold on to me, love.” He pressed his cock against her entrance. She tilted her hips up, ready to take him, and issued the softest moan as he continued, slowly slipping inside of her.
What delicious, delightful pain as he seated himself deep within her. Filling her. “Slow, please. But don’t you dare stop now.”
He gripped her face in one hand and kissed her deeply, washing away the pain of each slow thrust until, at last, it wasn’t pain she felt but the most wonderful sensation of being full and craving more.
“Good girl,” he whispered against her ear. His hand lowered to her neck and his thumb pressed against the hollow of her throat as his pace quickened, and she was there with him, chasing something they both desperately needed.
