Rafe chuckled, then bent his head to kiss the soft skin beside her upturned mouth. A tease. A temptation. “Such a naughty girl.”
Jane whimpered, but when she turned her head to capture his lips, he pulled away and the sound became a snarl of frustration. “Kiss me,” she demanded.
“Marry me,” he countered.
She snarled again. “No.”
“Then I guess the only lips I’ll be kissing are these,” he said quietly, cupping her between her legs.
She sucked in a breath and closed her eyes, and Rafe swallowed a groan as he watched her tongue dart across her bottom lip, then retreat inside her mouth.
He wanted to suck on her tongue, wanted to feel its silky slide as she wrestled him for control. A shiver ran through him at the thought, and it was taking all of his strength to hold himself back.
Jane wasn’t the only one who’d have to be satisfied with less than she wanted.
All evening he’d searched for a way to persuade her to marry him, and here she was offering him a solution, one that fit quite literally in the palm of his hand.
One month. He had every night for one month to convince her to change her mind. To convince her they’d always been heading in this direction, even if she didn’t know it.
Chapter Seven
Jane sucked in shallow breath after shallow breath as she tried to calm her racing heart.
Rafe had her pinned to his bedroom door, his naked, muscled torso and svelte biceps on prominent display, his thick erection straining against the soft blue cotton of his pyjama bottoms, and his big hand cupping her pussy through her jeans.
His warm breath brushed against her ear as he explained her situation in no uncertain terms. He’d lick her pussy for her, but—assuming she was reading between the lines correctly—the bastard was withholding sex unless she agreed to marry him.
He wasn’t even going to kiss her.
What the actual fuck?
Needing clarification, she said, “I’m sorry… what?”
A deep rumbling chuckle shook his big body and his chest brushed against hers, rasped the filmy fabric of her camisole against her taut nipples. Her extremely sensitive nipples.
Thanks, pregnancy!
She bit her lip to stifle her whimper and sucked in another breath.
His hand was still wedged between her thighs, not moving. The heat of his skin, the constant pressure of the heel of his palm pressed against her clit made her throb with awareness.
She wanted to clamp her legs shut, to ease the pulsing ache he was causing in her heated flesh. But his hand was too damn wide, and Jane had no choice but to stay where he’d put her.
“What?” Rafe said with a shrug, not bothering to hide his humour anymore.
Her hands curled into fists by her sides. “You know what, you annoying man.” She tried rocking her hips, tried forcing him to move his hand and give her what she wanted, what she needed, but he cupped her harder, squeezed her mercilessly until she yelped and ceased her movements.
“You’re not going to fuck me?” she groaned, not sure if she wanted to cry or… nope. She just wanted to cry.
Tilting his head slightly to one side, Rafe quirked a brow at her, studied her face and hopefully saw the pleading in her eyes, because she’d be damned if she was going to say it out loud.
“No, I’m not.” He kept his voice low as he spoke. “I’ll eat your pussy every night for a month as promised, but if you want more than that, you’ll have to earn it. And you want it, don’t you, Jane?” He tightened his grip between her legs. “You want my big dick inside your tight cunt.”
Jane squirmed against his hand, his dirty talk adding fuel to the fire, turning her on as only he knew how.Hell yes,she wanted him inside her. That was the whole point of her visiting his room in the middle of the goddamned night!
She wanted his big strong body holding her down, slamming into her, reminding her she was a woman, sexy and desired.
She needed to feel his lips on her skin, trailing kisses from one end of her body to the other, wanted to feel his mouth on her breasts, feel his lips pluck at her nipples, feel the heat of his tongue as he laved them with attention.