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He skimmed his hand over her chest, teased the points of her
nipples, then slid it lower to rest over her belly. “No, I’ll take you home.
Love you in your bed, every damn room in your house.”

Panic flared in her wide-eyed glare. She shook her head. “No.
Not my house. If we’re doing this, it’ll be in a hotel.”

He didn’t want to have sex with her in a generic hotel. He
wanted the memory of their lovemaking to be in her bed so she’d think of him
every damn time she went to sleep, but he wouldn’t argue and risk having her
change her mind.

Rafe kissed her once more, a soft brush of lips, and eased
back. “You won’t regret this, angel.”

The closest hotel was a fifteen-minute drive from town. Jazz
had called Mr. Wilkins to check on the boys and let him know about the
bodyguard he had. She smiled at the thought of Rafe’s twin sitting in the woods
all night. It wasn’t necessary. After she’d heard about the police’s progress
on the case, she no longer worried about Tony’s killer being anything other
than human, but she did feel better knowing there was a professional there. And
Rafe gave her that, took the worry she always lived with away for tonight.

She could almost pretend Rafe was more than a lover. It was
a dangerous dream to let grow but he anticipated her needs, both physically and
emotionally. He might just be the world’s most perfect man and she’d snagged
him, at least for tonight. She peeked at Rafe’s profile. Gorgeous. Not in a
pretty-boy way. He was strong, charismatic and being with him felt…right, as if
he’d always been a part of her life.

Rafe parked the car and got out. She watched as he walked
around the hood of the vehicle. Taking her eyes off him was proving impossible.

He opened her door and held a hand out. She stared at it but
couldn’t move. Her legs felt shaky.

“Are you okay?”

She nodded. This was what she wanted but her nerves were
kicking in. She hadn’t had sex in so long. What if she didn’t please him?

“I can’t wait to be with you, Jasmine. No female has ever
excited me the way you do.” He dropped his hands to her thighs and slowly
inched them up her legs, leaving a burning path of skin in their wake. “You
just might be the one I never knew I was looking for.”

With that cryptic comment, he lifted her out of the vehicle.
His hands lingered on her waist a moment before he led her across the lot.

He slid his gaze to her as they walked. Her stomach did a
little flip. She couldn’t believe she was going to do this, have sex with a
near stranger. But god help her, she needed this man inside her. She focused on
the lust, the way he made her feel, and pushed the anxiety away. She’d please
him. Whenever he touched her, she went wild.

His thumb brushed over her wrist. “Keep looking at me like
that and we won’t make it to our room.”

She let out a shaky breath. “I can’t help it. You make me
hot, Rafe.”

He pulled her in for another kiss that left her panting and
more aroused than she’d been a few minutes ago. He eased back and the pleased
smile he gave her made the butterflies take flight again. Confidence shone in
his eyes. It was the look a man got when he knew exactly how aroused he made a
woman.

He tugged her hand and ushered her into the hotel lobby. The
cool air and the sound of voices pulled her out of the trance. She forced
herself to stop staring at him and glanced around the generic space while she
waited for him to get them a room. A giggling laugh yanked her attention back
to Rafe.

The young, pretty girl at the desk watched him with desire
stamped on her face. She leaned over the counter, offering a good view of her
cleavage, and let her hand linger on his when she handed him a pen to sign the
slip. Jazz took it all in and felt the first stirrings of jealousy come over
her. Anger came next. The nerve of the woman, to flirt with Rafe while she
stood only a few feet away. It was obvious they were together, getting a room
for the night.

She narrowed her eyes and glared at her. The girl didn’t
notice. Or care. The woman scribbled on a piece of paper and slipped it to Rafe
along with the room key. She was giving him her number? In front of the woman
he was here with? Jazz ground her teeth and stepped next to Rafe. She wrapped
her arms around his waist. He dropped the key, turned her into his embrace and
kissed her.

He ran his hands over her back and around her hips before
skimming them up her sides to the edge of her breasts. She arched into him,
pressing the achy tips to his chest. He inched his fingers closer to the points
but dropped his hands and stepped away from her without touching them. Heated
eyes met hers. A smile spread over his face. He grabbed her hand, picked up the
key, ignoring the folded piece of paper, and yanked her toward the elevator.

The doors swooshed closed. He crowded her against the wall.

“Were you jealous, my sweet Jasmine?”

She shrugged. “No but—”

His mouth pressed to hers but he didn’t kiss her. “Don’t
lie, angel.”

The butterfly brush of his lips to hers made her shiver. “She
was being rude. Didn’t even try to hide the fact that she wanted you.”

“Yes, but you are the female
I
want, the one who will
sleep in my arms tonight.”

The confident way he spoke both excited her and made her
wary. If she wasn’t careful, she wouldn’t keep the sex and her emotions
separate. She needed to focus on the physical, not the sentimental feelings
that cuddling with a man would bring.

“We came here for sex, Rafe. I never said I would sleep with
you. That’s an intimacy I’m not sure I want to share.”

“Really?” He chuckled and the rumbly sound quickened her
breath. “Where will you sleep? Our room only has a king-sized bed.” She felt
the lift of his lips against her mouth. “Did you think I’d sleep on the floor?”

She tugged the front of his shirt free and slid a hand under
it, needing to touch him. “Maybe I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Only if you use my body as your pillow.”

She swallowed hard and inched her fingers up over the ridges
of his stomach. “I don’t know how comfortable that would be.”

Rafe turned his head, punched a button and faced her.
Half-lidded eyes met hers. “I think you’ll find my body…satisfactory.”

She didn’t know what to say to that but didn’t have time to
come up with anything. The elevator opened and he hurried her down the hall. He
swiped the card, flung the door open and tugged her inside. It slammed behind
them. She heard the lock click and watched Rafe walk across the room without
turning on the lamp. He drew the curtains, plunging the room into darkness. She
scrambled for the light switch but Rafe’s hand covered hers. He used it to
guide her farther into the room.

The red numbers of the alarm clock cast a faint glow over
the bed. Rafe swept his arm out and knocked it off the side. She tensed, but
his warm breath and the scent of cinnamon drifted to her. His presence chased
away the unease being in the pitch black brought. She felt safe in his arms but
when he moved away, she panicked. She reached out, met air.

“Rafe?”

She turned, bumped into the bed and nearly tripped but a
muscled arm wrapped around her waist. He yanked her back against his chest. The
hard line of his arousal pressed into her bottom. She reached back. His
denim-covered thigh met her touch, the muscles flexing as he rubbed the ridge
of his erection against her. She trembled. Soon he’d be inside her, pleasuring
her. Her breathing quickened.

A tiny part of her conscience warned her that this was
happening too fast. She ignored the annoying voice and focused on how needy her
body was for him. Her breasts tingled and her clit pulsed, eager for the
counterpressure of Rafe’s thumb or his tongue. No, she didn’t want to ease into
the act or play more foreplay games. Those might open her up to the feelings
she was trying to avoid.

Sex. That’s what they’d come here for. She wanted him to
fuck her all damn night, make her come over and over until she couldn’t move.
No more waiting.

She lifted his hands to the erect buds. “Touch me.”

A growl rumbled his chest. The primal sound made the ache in
her womb grow. He molded the weight of her breast, massaging the achy flesh
while he kissed his way down the column of her throat. At the dip where
shoulder met neck, he nibbled. Each nip sent a jolt of desire down her spine.
The tiny pinch of pain appealed to her. As if he sensed it, he latched his
mouth over the spot and bit until the pleasure bordered on pain before easing
back.

He grabbed the hem of her top and tugged it over her head.
The bra came off next. Cool air hit the sensitive tips of her breasts. She
shivered but his palms covered them in the next breath. The warmth of his touch
seeped into her. He slowly massaged her breasts and the gentle kneading left
her squirming in his arms. Perfect. She focused on the sensations and ignored
the way his tender attentions made her heart flip over.

He flicked the peaks. Sparks ignited, centered in the tips.
He did it again and the electric pulse skipped across her skin. She waited, her
pants filling her ears, for what he would do next. With the blunt edge of a
nail, he circled the areola. She moaned and he stilled with the rough edges of
his fingers clamped around the bud. He kissed her neck, licked the spot he’d
teased a moment ago, but didn’t move his fingers. She arched into his embrace,
silently begging him to tug on the erect nipples, roll them, flick them, do
something. But he only held them clamped between his calloused fingertips.

“Rafe, please,” she groaned.

Instead of meeting her unspoken demand, he let the hard
points go and molded her breast. She covered his hands with hers and pushed her
chest forward, rubbing the points into his palms. He pulled them back, denying
her the relief she craved.

“What do you want from me?”

She couldn’t voice her need so she turned in his arms,
reached up and grabbed a fistful of hair. With the handful of strands, she
tugged and dragged him to her heavy flesh.

“Mmmm, yes, you have beautiful breasts. Full, lush mounds
meant to be suckled.” He brushed his lips over the tips and she moaned. “Are
they sensitive?”

“Very. They ache.”

He pulled back. “I bet.”

He was teasing her? Oh no. She was too aroused for games.
Desperate for relief, she cupped the weight of one breast and lifted it to his
mouth, offering herself.

“Do you want my mouth here?” Rafe asked with a small tap of
his finger to the hard point.

She heard the amusement in his tone but was beyond caring. “Yes,
please. Lick me.”

He swept over the peak with his flattened tongue. She sucked
in a breath, held it, but he didn’t repeat the teasing lick. She whimpered.
Damn the man. Couldn’t he see how aroused she was? She needed him. She
tightened her grip on his hair and brushed the bud over his lips, tempting him
while torturing herself.

“Demanding woman,” he muttered but he closed his mouth over
the tip.

He flicked her nipple with his tongue. She shuddered.
Another flick and she arched into him, bending backward. He steadied her, a hand
at her lower back, and took her offering. He circled the hardened bud then
latched on, pulling her flesh in. Without the lights, the wet, warm grip of his
mouth became her entire focus. Each time he sucked, there was an equal pull on
her clit. Tingles skipped to her womb.

He pushed his knee between her legs. She clamped her thighs
over it and rubbed against him.
So good.
Rafe sucked harder and teeth
dented the flesh of her breast. Pain and pleasure mingled. She jerked under the
assault, but he pushed his knee against her clit, forcing her to ride the edge.

The sensation of his mouth working on her breast was too
much and not quite enough—she couldn’t decide if she wanted him to release it
or suck more. He didn’t give her the chance to decide. The pull eased and he
laved the flesh, took her down from the peak and left her quivering.

He moved to her other needy breast but didn’t assault it
with the same fervor he gave to the first. This one he toyed with, swiping his
tongue around the nipple but never touching the tip. He nudged the flesh with
his nose and licked the underside then around the mound to tease the areola. It
was nice and if he’d started off with the lazy exploration, she would’ve been
content to enjoy the subtle seduction, but he’d shown her a glimpse of ecstasy.
Now she hungered.

Wanting to ride the edge again, she tweaked the sensitive
nipple he’d abandoned in time with the gentle flicks of his tongue. He covered
her hand, lifted it away and grasped the nipple between his fingers. He rolled
the tip as she had done, pinching and pulling in tandem to the teasing his
mouth delivered to the other erect bud. The double stimulation was just what
she needed. She closed her eyes, focused on the sensations he created and let
lust take over.

He made a hungry sound, a low groan that was muffled by the
flesh in his mouth. She dug her fingers into his hair, pulling another moan
from him.

“More, Rafe. Need more,” she begged.

And he gave it to her. He captured the peak between his
teeth and slowly bit. A sharp whip ran down her spine and settled in her lower
belly. Each time he tugged on the sensitive flesh, her muscles tensed and the
ache in her womb grew. She held her breath, anticipating the orgasm. His
talented mouth pushed her closer, but he released her breast before she could
fall.

She swayed and reached for him, but he dropped to his knees.
Needing an anchor, she gripped his shoulders while he kissed his way across her
belly. He dipped the tip of his tongue into her navel before moving lower. The
sound of a zipper warned her they were reaching the point of no return. Once he
licked her sex, parted the swollen lips and sucked, she wouldn’t want to stop.

He slid her shorts and panties off. The material fell,
pooling at her feet. He blew warm air over her clit. She shivered and closed
her eyes, savoring the sensation. No, she didn’t want this feeling to end. She
wanted it to last all night. He tugged her shoes off—first one foot then the
other—and wrapped a hand around her ankle. He used the hold to urge her legs
apart. She widened her stance and he rewarded her by capturing her clit between
his teeth.

Carefully he bit then eased the pressure the same way he had
to her nipple just moments ago. He was arousing her, making her anticipate his
next move and yearn for it. And she did. She held still, panting, waiting. Flat
teeth clamped around her bundle of nerves. He gave it a small tug and she cried
out. He laved the sting away, swiping his tongue over the bud. She’d always
loved a little biting during sex and Rafe knew exactly how far to take the
teasing. He made her crave his touch. She pushed her mound more firmly against
him, silently begging him for more.