“Show me how much.”
Every cell in her body begged him to touch her, but he held back. He was going to make her do it.
Bea’s hands shook as she slid her thumbs under delicate lace and eased it down, the fabric catching briefly on her thigh before it whispered to the floor. She reached behind, fingers fumbling, and unhooked her bra.
Cool air met her skin. His eyes descended, and a flush bloomed across her chest at the open hunger on his face.
She hesitated only a moment, then moved toward him, reached for his hand and guided it between her thighs.
Rafael found her. Warm. Wet.
“This much,” she whispered.
“You can pick your view.” His voice was rough. “The ceiling. The floor.” A pause. “Or the ocean.”
“The ocean?” she managed, the words slow to form, his fingers already stealing her focus.
“You’ll fog the glass,” he said, tone dark. “And I’ll watch your reflection come apart.”
She clutched his arms for balance. “That one.”
He didn’t give her time to think twice. His hand tipped her chin and his mouth took hers, hungry and unrestrained, and then she was up, the world dropping away as her legs wrapped around his waist without question. He carried her to the window and braced her against it, one arm under her thighs, the other by her head. The distance from the floor only underscored how easily he could handle her.
“I’m not going to be gentle,” he said tightly. “It’s been too long.”
Bea nodded, uncaring, and then he was pushing inside. She took him inch by aching inch, her body remembering too late how deep he went.
“Baby,” she said, clinging. “It’s too?—”
He froze. “Say it again.”
She looked up, dazed. “Baby.”
Whatever she’d been trying to say disappeared when he drove into her. The next thrust stole her breath. The one after that pulled a sound she’d never made before. Her nails bit into his arms.
“Say it while I fill you,” he said into her ear.
The word fell from her again and again, reverent and undone. She clung to him, adjusting to the almost too-full stretch after months apart, and the sharpness only made it hotter, as if the waiting had given them back the dizzying edge of a first time.
“That’s it,” he said against her mouth. “Remember how much you can take.”
She came hard, body cinching, head tipping back against the glass. He didn’t stop until the aftershocks emptied her.
He lowered her gently to the floor, then turned her until she was facing the glass. “Hands up.”
Her palms met the cool pane, fingers spread. Her breath fogged it instantly.
Rafael gripped her hips and guided himself back in with a satisfied rumble.
“Ten weeks without this,” he muttered. He cupped her breast, the other arm wrapped around her middle. He took her harder this time.
The glass squeaked faintly with every thrust. Her reflection blurred in the fog, but she saw them. Her mouth was open, eyes glassy. His big body was behind hers, unstoppable.
“This is what you chose,” he murmured, hips grinding mercilessly. “Right here. Against the window.”
“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Baby?—”
That word snapped something in him.
