When she met his eyes, his were dark with an intensity of desire she couldn’t ever remember seeing in a man’s expression before. “I’m not like you, baby. I can’t have orgasm after orgasm and be ready for another in minutes. And I really need to fuck you like I mean it. Like I want it. Like I love it. Because I’m hungry for you, Mia. And I can’t imagine getting enough of you in one night.”
Mia’s lips parted, but n
othing came out. Her heart squeezed too hard to get her brain to work, leaving her speechless.
He reached for his pants, pulling his wallet from his back pocket. The thud-thud of his shoes on the floor behind her startled Mia out of her momentary stupor. She slid off the bed, and stripped off his pants and socks. Then stood there a moment, staring at the stunning male beauty of him.
She’d dated great-looking guys. Active guys who went to the gym every day or participated in athletics of one kind or another. Rafe’s body wasn’t the first fantastic body she’d seen, touched, or experienced. But it was obvious that the man behind the body made all the difference, something she’d never known before this moment. Something she only just realized was exactly what her exes had complained was missing in their relationships. And something she wished she hadn’t discovered. Not here, not now, and not with Rafe.
But here she was. With several hours left of her one night with a man she’d loved for so long, she almost couldn’t remember when it started. And feared it would never end.
He sat up, slipped his arms around her and pulled her between his thighs, where he pressed his face to her abdomen and kissed her. Then he tilted his head back and met her eyes. “We can stop anytime. If you’re having second thoughts—”
“Only regrets that it took us so long to get here.” Her voice shook. She cradled his face in both hands while the words “I love you” filled her mouth, pushing to get out. If she wanted to lose what ground they’d gained, that would be a surefire way to do it. So she swallowed them back and smiled. “But we’re here now.”
She reached for the wallet he’d left on the bed, leaning into him at the same time. “I assume you’ve got condoms in here.”
Rafe closed his arms around her and kissed her chest. One of his hands slid down and gripped her ass; the other moved up and pressed against the middle of her back. “Mmm-hmm.”
When she straightened, arms stretched behind him as she went through his wallet, Rafe kissed her neck, scraping his teeth along her skin and licking sensitive areas that made her tingle everywhere.
She found a condom, dropped the wallet with a relieved sigh, and ripped open the package.
“Mmm,” he hummed against her skin. “I love that sound.”
That statement hit Mia square in the stomach, and not in a good way. It reminded her of how often he did this. How insignificant the act of sex was in his life. That she was just another random drive-by for him, the only difference being that he’d known her longer than a week or a day. Or an hour. Rafe was a man whore. That wasn’t a secret. And there was nothing wrong with it. He was single; he made no promises. Just like he’d made none tonight.
Mia had to take a second to remind herself that this was about letting go, not grabbing hold.
“Give it to me.” He leaned away and reached for her arm.
But Mia pulled it back and smiled. “I got it.”
She took the erotic moments of rolling on the condom to reinforce her goals. To remind herself of how quickly and completely he could shut her out and how badly that hurt. How badly it affected her life.
Mia had a refreshed one-and-done frame of mind by the time the condom hit the base of his cock. And when he kissed her with a new ferocity, she let herself get swept up in the passion, while holding the emotion in the distance.
He wrapped one arm tight at her waist, slid back on the bed, and pulled her thighs wide, straddling his lap. He reached between them and rubbed the head of his cock across her opening. The friction felt so good, she moaned and her eyes fell closed.
Rafe slid one hand up her back and clasped her nape. Wrapped the other arm low on her hips and pressed his forehead to hers.
“Look at me, Mia.” His demand was soft, shaky. “I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life.”
Mia’s eyes opened, and her breath caught. Just when she thought she’d gotten her emotions under control, her chest expanded with a flurry of complex feelings. Her mind and heart spiraled with questions and confusion.
But before she could say anything, Rafe tightened the arm at her hips and drew her down. His cock impaled her in one swift thrust. Mia’s muscles tightened, and a cry of surprise, pain, and pleasure rolled from her chest. She fisted her hands in Rafe’s hair.
Almost instantly, the pain disappeared, leaving Mia with a decadent pressure where Rafe filled her.
Rafe. Filled. Her.
“God,” Rafe whispered. “So perfect, Mia. So perfect.”
He lifted his head and looked deep into her eyes. His expression was so soft, so affectionate, so filled with the same emotions filling her, and her heart broke a little. But she wasn’t sure why.
Then he rolled his knees under him while he held her in position. Once they were upright, face-to-face, he started to move. Using those muscled thighs that made him one of the fastest hockey players in the world, he drove his cock deep, leaving no room for anything but rush after rush after rush of intense, mind-bending pleasure.
Mia clung to his shoulders as he pummeled her, driving toward his own release. His features hardened and sharpened. His eyes hazed over with a level of lust that reached deep inside Mia and twisted.