She inched closer and grazed her fingers against his pajama bottoms. Rock hard. Just as she suspected.
He closed his hand around hers. “This is a terrible idea.”
“I know,” she whispered. “But like you said, we’re lying here, half-naked, in your bed. It seems a shame to waste this opportunity.”
He drew his thumb against the soft lace of her bra, rubbing her nipple until it hardened into a tight little bud. “You have to be very, very quiet.”
She gasped at his touch. “I…I can be quiet.”
“Really?” He lowered his head, his tongue teasing her nipple through the thin material. “Because I remember you being very loud in bed.”
She threaded her fingers through his hair, her body ablaze with longing. “You…liked it when I was loud.”
“I loved it,” he murmured. As he continued sucking on her nipples, he smoothed his hand down her side, along the curve of her hips, slowly making his way between her thighs. “But you moaned so loud I worried they’d kick us out of your suite.”
She bit her lip, hard, when his fingers delved beneath her panties and teased her with slow, deliberate circles. “I…couldn’t help it. You made me feel so good.”
“Is that what you want now?”
“Yessss.” Her words dissolved as he continued those circles, until her nerve endings were on fire. Even after five years apart, he knew exactly where to touch her.
As he pushed her onto her back and spread her legs, she complied willingly, putting herself at his mercy. The pressure from his fingers, combined with the brush of his lips against her breasts, made the pleasure indescribable. She was helpless, reduced to putty, so close she could hardly stand it.
“Please don’t stop,” she whispered. “Please.” She grabbed one of the throw pillows and covered her face, moaning into it as the orgasm rocked through her.
For a moment, she lay still, her breath coming in ragged gasps. But instead of feeling spent and satisfied, she wanted more.
Rafael pulled the pillow away and brushed sweaty wisps of hair from her forehead. “You look so cute when you’re flushed like that.”
She didn’t even care he was teasing her. When he leaned down to kiss her, she pulled him closer, tangling her tongue with his, wanting to taste and devour and hold nothing back. He unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, then pressed his bare chest against hers. She ran her hands along his broad, muscular back, glorying in the feel of him. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this kind of ravenous,wantondesire.
He murmured her name as his lips trailed along the curve of her throat, her shoulders, her collarbones, lighting her skin on fire. When he ground against her, she tugged on his pajama bottoms, desperately wanting to remove them. She didn’t care about rules or propriety. She wanted him inside her, right the fuck now.
But he pulled away and rolled over onto his back.
If this was his attempt to behave like a gentleman, she wasn’t buying it. She placed a soft kiss on his shoulder. “You don’t have to stop. Ireallywant this.”
He let out his breath. “I do, too.”
“Then what’s the issue? I promise I’ll be quiet.” Even if she’d already had one orgasm, she was greedy as hell. Besides, he hadn’t gotten his turn. She wanted to feel him shudder as he came inside of her.
“The box of condoms is in the other bathroom.”
She made no attempt to hide her disappointment. “Seriously? Don’t you have any tucked in your nightstand? For impulsive hookups?”
“I’m trying not to be that guy anymore. It’s…been a while. I don’t suppose you have one in your purse?”
“No. I haven’t had sex in three months.”
“I thought you and Ben broke up two months ago.”
“Exactly.” That, in itself, was proof of her less-than-stellar sex life with Ben. She let out a huff of frustration. “Now what?”
He rolled over until he was facing her. Running his hand along her arm, he gave her a devilish grin. “Now we just have to get creative. Have you ever played the Quiet Game?”
“The Quiet Game?”
“You know—when you’re a kid and your mom can’t take another minute of all the noise and chaos, so she tells you and your siblings to play the Quiet Game? You have to keep your mouth shut. First one to speak loses.”
