“Condom,” she reminded him, anxious to get him where he belonged. Anxious to close all the distance between them, to bond with him the way they had the first night.
He lifted his head, his eyes heavy lidded. “Do we need one?”
Her hand froze with his hard length in her palm. “What?”
He combed both hands through her hair and pulled her to him, kissing her, long and slow. When he pulled away again, Mia was light-headed.
“Do we need one?” he repeated. “Are you taking something?”
Birth control. He was talking about birth control. Jesus, her head was not working. “Yes.” The thought of feeling him with no barriers hammered her with lust. She met his eyes directly. “Do we need one?”
His lips quirked for a millisecond before he went serious again. “No.” And with a little shake of his head, he pushed his hands up her thighs, under her skirt, and hooked his fingers in the fabric of her panties at one hip. “Just got a clean bill of health.”
One jerk and her panties snapped.
/> She startled and gasped. He moved his hands to the other side and did it again. Snap.
Mia started laughing. “Rafe.”
But then his hand slipped between her legs, and she siphoned a breath at the touch. Then he moved, and damn if Mia didn’t forget everything but the decadent glide of his fingers. She moaned and rocked against his touch.
So perfect. Slow and direct and thorough. Pleasure coiled tight between her legs. He was so damn good with his hands. His mouth. His cock…
He sat forward and pressed an openmouthed kiss to her throat. “This is all I could think about for the last two days,” he murmured against her skin, then moved to another spot and kissed. “Touching you is like coming home.”
She leaned her head into his and begged at his ear. “Please, Rafe…”
“Mmm, baby.” He turned his head and kissed the other side of her neck. “I missed you.” His tongue stroked a line to her earlobe, and he took it between his teeth, biting gently, then licking to soothe. “Come get it, Mia. Come take what you want.”
Knots of lust lined her spine, filled her stomach, and choked her heart. She fisted her hands in his blazer and used her knees to push his hand deeper and faster and harder. Whimpers and moans and random words spilled out of her. “Rafe, God. Mmm, so good.”
“I want you to come for me, Mia. I want you all wet and hot for me when I push inside you.” He closed his teeth at the base of her neck. The sting took her pleasure a notch higher. “Gonna feel ever perfect inch of you.”
The orgasm gripped her pussy like a fist. Her body shuddered hard, suffusing her with a stream of hot pleasure. Her brain evaporated in bliss, and she pressed her face to his shoulder, muffling her cry against his blazer.
Rafe held her tight with one arm, his face buried in the hollow between her neck and shoulder. It brought back memories of their night together and how he’d always drifted back to that place after sex. Breathing her in, kissing her pulse point as it raced.
When her body finally relaxed and Mia was panting against his shoulder, he slid his hand free of her body and sucked two fingers into his mouth. The sound of pure pleasure rolled through his throat, and his lips smacked. “Damn, you taste good.”
Heat rushed to her face, but it also rallied between her legs.
Without warning, Rafe clasped an arm around her waist and stood, carrying her with him. A sound of surprise popped from her mouth, and she automatically wrapped her legs and arms around him to hold on while he headed toward the guest room.
He kicked the door closed, pressed one knee to the bed, and laid her back, following her down. Then the real assault began, his mouth and hands almost frantic with passion. He pushed one strap of her dress off her shoulder, dragged the fabric clear of her breast, and covered her with his mouth, while his hips pressed between her legs.
He flooded her with desire and need. He loved her like there was nothing more important in the world. Nowhere he’d rather be and no one he’d rather be with. Tears pushed at her eyes again, but she didn’t know why. Her chest was so full, it ached.
She combed her fingers through his hair, loving the feel of the thick strands in her hands. Loving his weight pushing her into the mattress. Loving the spicy, male sent of him. The man made her delirious. She’d never wanted anyone like this. Never needed anyone like she needed Rafe.
Even knowing what a huge problem this would be in the very near future, all she could do was hold on tighter, denying reality. At least for a little while longer. Because right now, all she could focus on was his hands and mouth all over her body, setting her on fire.
He didn’t even bother shedding one thread of fabric before he slipped one hand between them and rubbed the head of his cock against her. Skin on skin.
“Oh…” she breathed.
“So sweet,” he groaned.
Propping himself up on his elbows, he stroked his fingers into her hair and cradled her head. Looking into her eyes, he thrust, pushing inside her. All Rafe. All heat. No barriers. And so damn good.