She gave a small cry as his tongue teased her tight nipple. Sensation shot through her, zipping to her toes, then returning to settle in that place between her thighs. His fingers mirrored his moist touch, teasing her, making her arch toward him, her head falling back, her mouth parted as she gasped for air. When he drew her into his mouth and sucked deeply, she knew she was going to die.
Rafe’s other hand moved up and down her back. He must have done something because her dress suddenly fell to the floor. She wore only bikini panties. Even as he continued to pleasure her breasts, he moved his hand lower, over her hips, down to her rear. He cupped the curves there, digging his fingers into her flesh, drawing her against him.
She wanted this. She wanted more.
He raised his head and kissed her mouth. His fingers tugged her panties, drawing them down. She tried not to notice that she was about to be naked, while he was still fully dressed. Then when it was impossible not to notice, she tried not to mind.
Rafe kicked off his sandals and pulled off his shirt. Zara stood there, in front of him. Naked. Just plain naked. She was about to change her mind about the whole sex thing, when he led her to the bed and motioned for her to settle onto the mattress.
It was certainly farther than she’d ever gone before, she thought, hoping humor would ease her growing nervousness. What if she did it wrong? What if he didn’t like being with her? What if—
“Stop thinking,” he instructed. “I can hear your brain churning from here. Relax. Just relax.”
He followed his instructions with a slow, deep kiss that left her breathless. They danced together, their tongues circling, stroking. Some of her tension eased.
He moved his hand to her breasts, touching one and then the other. The combination of kissing and breast touching was heady stuff. When his hand moved lower, she never thought to complain.
“Has any man touched you here in a way you liked?” he asked, trailing his fingers lower down her stomach.
“No.”
Rafe kissed her earlobe, then bit gently. “I need you to tell me what feels good,” he whispered.
“But how will I know?”
He chuckled. “You’ll know.” She doubted that very much. She was the one lacking experience. Why on earth would he expect her to give decent instructions? This was never going to work.
He moved lower still. As he slipped his fingers between her thighs, her legs parted. She didn’t remember telling them to do that, but they did. She was about to push them back together when she felt something delicious and amazing.
He stroked her so gently, she thought, barely able to stay conscious and aware of what was happening. It was a lazy exploration, as if they had all the time in the world. She could tell she was already slick by the way his fingers moved easily. He touched all of her—that place where he would enter her later, although it still sounded awkward to her, the protective folds, the damp curls. He pressed in a little, as if searching for something. As if—
She gasped as a bolt of lightning exploded inside of her.
“I would say that’s it,” he murmured and shifted so he was kissing her again.
It? What it?
Zara struggled to figure out what was going on, but it was all too amazing. The more he moved his fingers against her, the more the lightning explosions continued. Her legs fell open more. She wanted to beg him to never stop. She wanted to offer herself as his slave forever. She wished she had state secrets to spill. Anything to keep him touching her.
She knew enough about biology to realize there were nerve endings down there all bundled together with the seemingly sole purpose of bringing her pleasure. She’d just always assumed that part of her body was broken. What a thrill to find out it was alive and functioning extremely well.
How perfectly he touched her. Over and around. Moving evenly, never pressing too hard. His ministrations quickened slightly and she felt herself tensing.
When he broke the kiss to move to her breasts, she caught her breath in anticipation. His touch there had been amazing before, but in combination, it would be exquisite. She had a brief thought that he’d asked about instructions. No way would she be able to speak. Not when he was about to—
She screamed.
His lips came down on her tight nipple, his tongue teased her flesh, then he sucked. It was too much. Deep in her body tension spiraled to the point where she knew she couldn’t stand it anymore. Then heat filled her and a hundred thousand tiny convulsions swept through her. She felt transfixed and transformed. She felt perfect and whole. She lost herself in the wonder of her body’s ability to experience pleasure.