Rafe laughed. His heart softened. And yearned. She was everything he couldn’t find in any other woman. All she’d been to him in the past. All she’d stayed to him over the years. All she’d become to him as he’d risen to the top of his profession. She knew him. Understood him. And loved him anyway.
“I know you probably prefer those silly puck bunnies I see you with in the media.” She kept stroking her hand back and forth over his dress shirt, but her fingers got lower with every pass. “So I guess I can pretend to be one of those for now, go meet this important person, play the superficial socialite.”
With her eyes holding his, she lowered her hand to his belt and hooked one leg over his thigh. Then her fingers went to work on his buckle. Excitement fired through Rafe’s veins. He circled her wrists and darted a look at the driver. But the glass was in place, and the man behind the wheel was singing along to whatever was on the radio.
Rafe looked back at her and found her eyes heavy and hungry. She pulled his belt open.
“You wanted to get away from me a couple days ago,” he told her. “What changed?”
She twisted her arm from his hand, draped her leg all the way across both his thighs, and slid right onto his lap. Rafe’s heart rate spiked. His lungs shrank. And his cock throbbed.
“Someone suggested I enjoy the people in my life while I have them close.” Both her hands worked his button open and his zipper down. Her biceps crowded her breasts, deepening the cleavage there and making Rafe moan. “The way I feel about you hasn’t changed for fifteen years. It’s not going to change now. Leaving you will be the hardest thing I’ve ever done, no matter what happens between us.”
Rafe’s heart skipped, opened, and ached. He laid his head back against the seat and cupped her face. “Mia.”
Then her hand slipped beneath his boxers and stroked down his shaft.
Pleasure rolled through his lower body. Excitement sparked all along his spine. Rafe gritted his teeth around “God, Mia.”
And while she continued to stroke him, she used her other hand to cover his, now clutching her jaw, and pulled it under her dress and between her legs.
She was naked. No panties. Just perfectly soft, perfectly sweet, perfectly Mia.
“And I really,” she said softly, leaning in to tease his lips with a kiss, “want to enjoy you, Rafe.”
The sensual tone of her voice tightened his gut. She covered his mouth with hers, tugging his lips between her own one at a time, sinking her teeth in just to the edge of pain, then licking and sucking and stroking her tongue into his mouth. Twirling it with his until her pussy wet Rafe’s fingers. The she pulled back and looked into his eyes as she lowered onto his cock.
Slow, slow, slowly, until Rafe was grinding his teeth. Until her knees stretched wide. Until she took all of him.
Her eyes slid closed, her brow tightened, her lips parted, and she moaned, “So… good.”
Rafe’s control slipped. Her body was so…fucking…perfectly wrapped around him, sweat broke out on his forehead. “Mia.” Her name came out of him like a guttural growl. “Mia, Mia, Mia…”
He pushed her skirt out of the way, dug his fingers into her hips, and rocked her on his cock.
“Oh my God,” she moaned.
He loved knowing what she liked. Loved knowing exactly how to please her. He lifted her, just as slowly, watching his cock slide from her pussy, engorged and glistening. Bare. Skin on skin. The pleasure of it—both physically and emotionally—was blistering hot.
Before he was ready, she lowered her hips and plunged him deep. Pleasure ripped through his pelvis and teased his spine. Stars lit off behind his eyes.
Mia braced her hands on his shoulders, and with her eyes half-closed, her teeth scraping over her bottom lip, she held his gaze as she set a rhythm. A hypnotic, mind-bending rhythm.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, her voice tight. “Missed this.”
Then she kissed him, her mouth just as hot and hungry as her pussy. Her hips quickened, and she lifted her lips to whisper, “God…I love the way you feel…inside me.”
The statement thrilled him. Lust surged. Emotions tangled. “You’re so sexy.” He pulled her mouth back to his tasting her, connecting with her, loving her. “Mia, baby, Mia…”
He loved saying her name. It reminded him this was reality, not a dream. Not a fantasy. He was loving Mia—his Mia—the way he’d always dreamed of loving her. She was a fantasy come true. Knowing she was slipping away like sand through his fingers made his need even more urgent. More intense. And when she climaxed, it was way too soon for Rafe.
He pulled her mouth against his shoulder to muffle her cries, but the triumph, the satisfaction, the love that swelled inside him made him even more ravenous. He rested a moment while Mia shivered in his arms. She turned her head, and her hot breaths bathed his neck. He ran a hand through her hair and realized her clip had fallen out. The silky strands between his fingers brought back memories of their first night. Of the way he’d skimmed his fingers through her hair while she slept. Tears burned his eyes out of nowhere.
“We can make this work.” His rasp came as barely more than a whisper. He hadn’t even fully thought the words before they touched his own ears. And he immediately knew they were a wish, not a fact. “I want to make this work, Mia.”
“Shhh.” She took his face in both hands and br
ought her lips to his again. “Don’t. Just enjoy what we have while we have it.” And when she kissed him again, Rafe released the restraint on his passion. He gripped the back of her neck and held her head to his own, lifting his hips to drive into her.