I froze, sure I’d been caught, but she just smiled and waved. I gave her a big smile and waved back. I’d check my phone later, but I was almost sure I’d gotten at least one good shot. If the Congressman was the jealous type, he’d see a world of infidelity in their body language, in the way they’d locked gazes and brushed arms while snuggled away in a dim corner.
And that was all I needed to wake the green-eyed monster.
“I’m ready to go,” I announced when I found Rafe a few minutes later. He was halfway through a plate of sesame chicken on skewers, but he gave a short nod, ate one more and threw the rest away.
“Angela, hey, thanks so much.” I air kissed her cheek and hugged her goodbye. “This was great, but I’ve been coming down with a massive headache all day, so…”
She looked concerned. “I’m sorry. Feel better.”
“Totally. I will. Thanks again.”
I couldn’t wait to get outside, to breathe in some fresh air. I felt like I’d just run a marathon. Or maybe a mile. At this point it felt like the same thing. I sank into Rafe’s car, exhausted from the adrenaline rush.
“Did you get what you needed?” he asked. I nodded. He drove back to the townhouse in silence, and though I stole a couple glances, he seemed unruffled as always, as if the notion of showing up as my boyfriend was just another day on the job. Maybe it was. Probably it was. Probably, I’d been the only one of us that felt a thing when he put his arm around me.
Hell, I thought as I got out of the car and walked up to my front door, I was lonely. I’d been lonely for months. Of course I’d overreact to his touch. I’d overreact to any man’s touch at this point.
“Thanks for being my date,” I said as I reached for my keys. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He looked at me for a long moment. Then he took two steps toward me, until there was only space for a breath between us. He slid one hand down my side, pinning me in place against the door. His palms splayed across my hip bones, his thumbs stroking the sensitive vee of both thighs until I felt myself grow wet. His hands moved lazily, insistently, suggesting he could and possibly would make me come right there while he looked down at me and smiled.
A guttural breath left my lips.
His gaze, hot and intent, never left mine. He moved closer, edging my legs apart, settling himself between my thighs until I felt something that was either one hell of a gun or a weapon of a very different kind. Then he kissed me.
It was soft at first. No tongue, just lips, a whisper between friends. Then he slid one hand up to cup the back of my head, and the kiss morphed into something a whole lot hotter. He devoured me, tongue and teeth and lips and hands and the whole rugged, beautiful length of him until I was left gasping for breath.
Holy hell on a stick. I’d never been kissed like that in my life.
Ever.
I ran my fingers over his head, lifted my hips, rocked against him until everything inside me hummed. I couldn’t touch him in enough places. I wanted to drink him in, to climb him, to be naked beneath him.
He broke the kiss long enough to drag his mouth down my neck and say the next words into the hollow of my collarbone. “I’ve wanted to do that since the night we met.”
11
I’m notsure how we made it inside. I do know at one point he picked me up, those strong hands steadying my hips against his, but we only got as far as the living room. Then I was up against the wall, his fingers laced through mine, my arms above my head as his tongue explored the curve of my neck. Then the ridge of my ear.
Then my bare shoulder.
Then lower.
Being kissed by Rafe was like standing on the edge of the ocean, watching the waves come in, knowing I’d be swept away by them and not caring. Wanting the darkness. Wanting the rush. Wanting to lose my breath.
In one smooth motion he pulled off his coat and tie. I wasn’t sure I could move. I knew I didn’t want to. I wanted to watch him undress, wanted to see if the muscles I could see were matched by the ones I couldn’t. His gaze locked with mine as he unbuttoned his shirt, one agonizing second at a time, until it fell open and all I could see was a broad expanse of chest that went on forever.
My breath slipped out in starts and stops, and I kicked off my shoes and went to him, letting my fingers roam across his bronzed skin, slowing on the nipples until I took one in my mouth.
He moaned.
The sound dialed up my want a hundredfold, and before I was fully aware of what I was doing, my hands were on his belt buckle, then his zipper, then the mammoth cock tucked inside his boxer briefs. For a minute I simply held it, pulsing in my hand, feeling its heat and girth, until he moaned again and took my mouth with his.
Somehow we got upstairs without tripping over each other or stepping on the cat. My dress ended up on the stairs, my bra and panties on the bedroom floor, his pants and boxers somewhere else. I had just enough presence of mind to fling my arm at the bed stand and hope I had a condom or two in the top drawer. Then he was above me, this massive man, muscled and tattooed, smiling at me while his eyes twinkled wickedly.
“You’re smiling,” I gasped as he ran one hand down my torso. “You never smile.”
“I do.” His fingers slowed below my belly, taking their time, teasing me, making me arch my back as they dipped lower. “When I like what I’m looking at.” He disappeared from view and I was left to stare at the ceiling, and then the fireworks exploding behind my eyelids, as he tasted me.
