And then she felt his cock surge and pulse.
“Oh, fuck!” he called out. A breath lat
er, his hot seed filled her, his thick shaft stroking her. It all felt too spectacular not to respond.
Another orgasm roared through her. “Oh, God!”
She savored every second, clutching him fiercely to prolong her climax. And his.
Jenna couldn’t deny it—nothing had ever felt so right.
* * *
“Holy shit.” Rafe tenderly gripped her biceps and helped her straighten, then pulled her back against him and wrapped an arm around her, one hand palming her breast.
Her knees were still bent on either side of him. He lightly stroked her clit. Slowly, in a circular motion.
“Come again,” he murmured.
“I will if you keep that up.”
He did. Her hips began to roll. An easy, steady cadence that matched his fingers on the swollen knot of nerves. His teeth nipped her neck, making her gasp.
When he caught the hitch in her breath, he picked up the tempo, stroking her clit faster, with more pressure. She rocked against him, his cock still inside her. Seconds later, he felt her body tighten and then release and quiver.
“Rafe,” she said on a long sigh. “Damn. You have such a magical touch…”
It took a small eternity for her to get her breathing under control, and he enjoyed the feel of her in his arms and surrounding him with her heat and wetness.
Eventually, she hauled herself up and curled her body into the corner of the sofa, tucking her legs beneath her. Her skin was rosy and her plump lips were parted and damn tempting. But he didn’t close in on her for a kiss. Instead, Rafe gave her the few minutes she seemed to need to collect herself.
Finally, she reached for her wine on the coffee table and sipped. Then she set it aside and told him, “That was pretty much mind blowing.”
He grinned. “I do aim to please.”
Jenna laughed softly. “I realize I don’t have a basis for comparison, but there is clearly a reason I’ve never bothered with any other man. No one could top you.”
He gave up maintaining distance between them and joined her on her side of the sofa. Rafe draped an arm along the top of the couch and rested his other hand on her inner thigh.
He stared into her eyes, seeing all kinds of emotions in them—and wanting to hear the most dominant one. “Say it, Jen,” he urged. “Tell me how you feel. Say it.”
Her fingertips glided along his temple. “I loved you from about the first moment I saw you, Rafe. I still love you. I will always love you. Just you. Only you. Always and forever.”
His heart nearly burst from his chest. His gaze didn’t waver.
She continued. “But I’ll still leave.”
“I know.” He moved away. Stood and poured another scotch, sipping it slowly. The alcohol helped to take the edge off. When he turned back to her, Jenna had a wicked look on her face. He was hard again.
He stalked toward her. “This time, we do it my way. It’s called compromise.”
Sweeping her up in his arms, he carried her into the bedroom and set her in the middle of his California king.
On his knees between her parted legs, he hooked his forearms under of the backs of her knees and spread her wide. Her fingers rubbed her labia and then she guided his cock to her opening. He slid in and out of her, a slow, sexy rhythm.
“So good,” she whispered.
“Even more sensational without the condom.”