Page 167 of Beat of Love
The pressure of his fingers digging into her back.
The bulge of his cock pressing against her belly.
They were playing havoc with her senses, leaving her powerless.
She could do nothing more than yield to the wonder of his forceful touch.
And when his lips found hers, he didn’t devour. Not like before. There was no rush this time. This kiss was slow and tender and very, very thorough.
Rafferty wasmaking loveto her mouth.
She lost track of time, submitting to the onslaught of emotion and passion rising in her. It was as if she waited twenty years for this moment to arrive, and Brandy wasn’t sure if she wanted to weep from the sheer intensity of the experience … or ride him like a bucking bronco.
What she did know was that the denim impeded her need tofeelhim. All of him. It had to go. She lowered her arms, sliding her hands between them, searching for the elusive metal tab.
“Careful, Red. Bare,” he growled into her neck, his teeth nipping at her already tender skin. There would be marks, but that’s okay. She had a scarf. Somewhere.
Metal tab gripped between thumb and forefinger, Brandy slowly eased the zipper down.
He sprung free, and she clasped her hand around him.
Silky steel.
Rafferty’s body trembled beneath her touch as her thumb brushed over the head, spreading the leaking liquid, and a guttural, “Red,” tore from his throat.
Intense power surged through her, and she decided on the course of action.
Bronco riding. Pronto.
She shoved his jeans past his hips, watching as he stepped free and kicked them aside. His penis jutted out, thick and turgid.
A thing of beauty. A promise of pleasure. A gourmet meal.
And Brandy changed her mind. Riding could wait. First, she had to taste him.
She lowered to her knees.
Rafferty grabbed hold of her hair, tugging her head back. Blazing blue eyes collided with hers. “You don’t—”
“I want to. Ineedto,” she pressed, digging her fingers into his thighs.
He eased his grip, letting the back of his hand brush gently over her cheek. His Adam’s apple bobbed with a deep swallow as he closed his eyes, then gave a small nod.
She closed a hand around him, opened her mouth, and took him in. Relishing the feel of him against her tongue, she licked up and down his length, tracing the veins. He groaned and goosebumps formed under her palm pressed against the back of his shuddering thigh. She sucked him deeper—
“Too much,” he gritted out, fisting her hair.
Brandy released him slowly, and as he popped free, Rafferty hooked his hands under her armpits and hauled her up. “Dammit, Red. I wanted to take it slow,” he complained before slamming his mouth to hers.
“Slow … is … overrated,” she gasped between breaths. She hiked a leg up, pressing her core to that hard length of his.
Hot. So hot. He scorched right through the flannel.
Then he swept her up into strong arms, and she shrieked with both shock and delight. A second later she was airborne, landing with a bounce on the bed.
His short hair sticking up, a few days scruff darkening his jawline, eyes blue laser beams raking over her, Rafferty stood before her in splendid nakedness with his chest heaving, and hands clenched by his side, and his cock proudly jutting from the dark thatch of hair.
Wicked and full of promise.
