Page 21 of The Right to Remain Mine

It was enough that he was willing to let her touch his condom. She only thought to give him his pride back. But he took her hand and wrapped her fingers around the prophylactic.

"Don't let me mess this up."

Six

Raith knew he'd done the right thing when DeVane's eyes glittered with pleasure. Though he never believed she would actually tamper with his condom, he watched her carefully as she rolled it over him, because her hand on him looked too erotic to ignore.

He sucked in a breath. God, he couldn't believe this was going to happen after all. By all rights, DeVane should've kicked him out and locked the door. Instead, she hovered above him and straddled his thighs. When she began to lower herself onto him, he had to close his eyes as not to go off too early.

She hesitated.

He stopped breathing and opened his lashes.

"Are we really going to do this?" She bit her lip, looking uncertain.

"Don't you dare think about stopping now." He couldn't take one more rejection from her today.

He drilled his stare into her, mentally begging her to accept him without looking like a loser beggar. She must've seen exactly what kind of insecure desperation ate at him because her lips parted with understanding. Awareness jolted through him.

Nothing had ever felt this personal before. Not even five years of marriage to Deb had pushed the boundary of his inner privacy like this. But he sensed Willow DeVane saw something in him no other woman had witnessed before. It was intimidating. And he wasn't sure he liked it. Wanting to block it, he tried to figure out how she was getting through in the first place.

Maybe their intense eye contact enflamed the sensation. He couldn't recall looking up in Debra's eyes like this as she used to hover above him, prepared to unite them. He couldn't recall looking into any woman's eyes during sex before. Or, maybe it was the fact that neither of them were speaking. The silence was making him assume words that weren't there.

Jesus, what was it about this specific woman?

And then he stopped wondering as she slipped down and around him, making them one.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head. Goddamn, she was tight. With her reputation, he would've thought would be more—

Oh, holy mother, that felt good.

Knowing he was forever changed, he groaned and pushed up into her only to gasp as her snug core gripped him even deeper. He bowed his hips up, desperate. Needing. He almost bucked her off with his urgency.

She reached down to steady herself by slapping her hand

s over his pecs.

"Your heart's beating so fast."

He grabbed her wrist to remove her hand from the revealing area, but she ground down around him and instead of removing her fingers, he tightened his grip and held her closer. Unable to take any more, he wrapped his other arm around her hips and went a little crazy.

Willow cried out. She leaned over him and curled her fingers into his chest hair, holding on for dear life as she looked down at him with a dazed expression. It was more than he could handle. He let go of her wrist and buried his hand in her hair to bring her close for a kiss.

Her tongue tasted so good he shut his eyes and tried to block out the pleasure so he could last longer. But in the next moment, she bit down on his lip and her body shuddered. Groaning, he followed her into ecstasy.

When coherent thought returned, Raith grunted out an oomph of air as DeVane collapsed on top of him, her auburn hair fluttering over his face. Trying to get his breath back, he blew a few locks out of his mouth, but more strands squirmed up his nose and made him sneeze. He pushed the mass out of his way.

She turned, smiling pleasantly. "Hmm?" When she realized she'd been killing him with her hair, she chuckled. "Sorry." After she scooped it up and tossed it to the other side of her head, it floated down over his arm.

Raith stared up at her living room ceiling and smoothed a hand down her hot, sexy, naked back. She remained sprawled on top of him, limp and exhausted.

When foreign emotions filled him, he stopped touching her, realizing his hand had begun to shake. What the hell? He felt like saying something nice to her, like she was the best he'd ever had. And he didn't think it had anything to do with her sexy body—though, okay, she was probably the bestlooking woman he'd ever been with—but it had more to do with her: Willow DeVane. She made everything more thrilling.

Forcing himself to keep quiet about all that, he cleared his throat and instead blurted, "Where's the nearest filling station?"

Willow lifted her face from his shoulder. "Three blocks east and one block north of here. Why?"

"Need more condoms," he answered before he realized what he'd just said. Assuming he'd get another round with her—and tonight, at that— probably wasn't the smartest thing he'd ever done. But when he looked up at her warily, she merely smiled.

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