“Lock your knees, baby. Either that, or you’ll fall to my feet, and once there, I won’t be tellin’ you to stop.”
I wrapped my fingers around the wrist that held my throat hostage and urged him to squeeze a little harder. His thumb and forefinger dug into my jaw as he roughly tipped my head to the side. A bolt of lust speared to my core and ached as he ran his nose up the exposed side of my neck.
His lips retraced the path, adding little suctioning kisses to the soft flesh at the juncture of my jaw. My chest rose and fell harder with each pass, heightened by my reckless actions.
I bit down on my sinful smile when Raf pinned my arms above my head, holding them there with one hand while the other trailed down my neck again. Hips pinned in place with his, he leisurely rolled his erection against the apex of my legs at a painfully slow pace.
“I thought you wanted to kiss me?” I panted.
A deep chuckle vibrated against my neck. “You wanted to be kissed like I’ve kissed no other, mamacita. I’m giving you what you asked for.”
“Oh my God,” I whispered, as his fingertips tickled a path across my cleavage before dipping to rub each pebbled nipple through the fabric of my dress.
My hips involuntarily bucked forward, seeking added friction. Raf listened to my unspoken demand and pressed me further against the wall, rolling his hips harder and longer as we both began to lose a grip on our flimsy control.
With a grunt and thrust that initiated my climb toward release, Rafael’s expression turned carnal and he grabbed my jaw again.
“You want me to kiss you like I’ve never kissed a woman before? Put your hands on me, Greer. Because I know that a single touch will push me over the edge I’m fucking teetering on. Touch me, baby,” he growled, ripping one hand from above my head to palm the bulge in his jeans.
My other hand pushed under his shirt and I grazed my nails over the taut skin of his lower abdomen. Raf hissed and threw his head back to revel in the sensation. I smiled seductively, feeling empowered by his reaction.
“Fuck, I wanna taste you so bad.”
“So do it,” I urged breathlessly.
A strained rumble caught in his throat. “I’m going to claim those fuckable lips of yours regardless, but I meant I’m aching to taste that cunt of yours, too.”
Fresh waves of arousal pooled between my legs and my underwear became increasingly wet. My clit ached for attention, so much so that I was almost ready to beg for it.
Rafael changed gears again, smoothing a hand around my back so my breasts thrust higher. He released my throat only to push on the underside of one breast, lifting it until it became dangerously close to spilling out of the low-cut fabric.
“I’ll fuck these one day, mamacita,” he growled as his tongue lavished its way across each peak and valley.
“A kiss isn’t an invitation for a tit fuck,” I panted.
“Not today, it’s not.”
Four words filled with promises; promises my sexuality wanted fulfilled.
As his lips grazed over mine, I jerked him impossibly closer, greedy for more contact than he was giving me. He smirked before his mouth grazed in the opposite direction, only to return to my neck and suck the spot where my pulse hammered just below the surface.
“Kiss me already,” I demanded with frustration.
“I am,” he murmured.
“You’renot.”I stopped rubbing his erection and grabbed both sides of his face. “You’ve got exactly three seconds before I retract my offer-”
Raf claimed my mouth with fervor and greed that stole the air from my lungs. The impact cracked my head against the wall, and my tongue met his with a primal need I’d never felt before. Every lash, every lick, every suck to my lips, combined with the rolling rhythm of his hips, undid me.
My nails raked over his short hair as he fisted mine. Our noses bumped when he changed the angle of our kiss and set about fulfilling our salacious needs from the opposite direction. I closed my eyes and took everything he offered while letting him consume what he wanted.
Gone was my concern over maintaining boundaries. Gone was the resistance to his bad-boy charm. And gone was my internal voice of caution; that had stepped aside to allow for the voice ofyou haven’t had sex in six monthsto rule.
Everything about what we were doing was prohibited, and that in itself was the ultimate lure to indulge in forbidden pleasures while they were on offer. It was, after all,just once.
One leg wrapped around Rafael’s waist at his demand, and my dress rode higher with each grind of his hips. Deft fingertips shoved under the hem and dug into the softer flesh on my booty. With a hard squeeze, the intensity of our kiss shot higher. I clung to his shoulders, urging him on as our kiss switched from searing hot to something else entirely.
I gasped against his mouth when I felt a rough tug on my G-string.