Katie's breathing gets heavier as my thumb touches the soft skin of her neckline. Her chest rises and falls with her every breath.
"I know," she finally whispers again, and it sounds more like an apology, as if she doesn't want to feel what she feels when she's next to me.
When my hand reaches the top of her breasts, she moans quietly, her body starts shaking harder, and she barely can stand from the force of the emotions inside of her.
I grab her neck with my other palm and press my lips to hers.
Chapter Twelve
Katie
He’s kissing me. Again. His lips are sucking mine as he presses his body against me. I can barely stand or think clearly, so I press my palms to his chest for balance.
His hand, which was caressing my neck so tenderly, is now gripping my waist tightly, pressing me to him as our bodies start moving in their own rhythm.
I moan loudly as Raphael deepens our kiss, entering my mouth with his tongue. My fingers dig into his shirt, palming his rock-hard chest. I feel his erection next to my belly, and it doesn't scare me at all. For some reason, it only makes me want to kiss him more.
Raphael's kiss becomes faster, hungrier, hotter. Our tongues dance and our bodies writhe, trying to get the release we both so desperately want.
My head starts spinning from my arousal, and I do my best to stand still, digging my fingers deeper, my whole body shaking with need.
Suddenly, Raphael's hands travel lower, and he pulls me into his arms, still kissing me.
"Don't worry, instructor, I got you," he whispers as I wrap my hands around his neck.
"Where are you taking me?" I ask, my voice hoarse and my breathing heavy.
"Away from these two, closer to the river. Don't want them to see us," he says with a smile and gives me another kiss.
He's obviously joking about the horses, and for some reason, hearing him do that feels so natural to me. A few minutes ago, I would have said that this man didn't know how to joke or laugh, while now I feel like he was always this sweet and tender, funny in his own weird way. I feel like we've known each other for years.
Raphael is carrying me closer to the river, kissing me as he walks. I squeeze my legs tighter; the need in my center is killing me. It feels like I could come just from those kisses.
No one has ever kissed me like this man, not even close. Not that I’ve kissed a lot of men, only a few, but not one of them could compare to Raphael Darrington.
He lowers down to the ground and places me on the grass.
"I'll take off my jacket for you to sit on," he offers and lets me go to do that.
My body feels an emptiness I've never felt before.
"Don't," I say, and he stops immediately, looking at me. I feel my cheeks burning under his gaze. "I have so many petticoats under this dress; I don't need your jacket."
He keeps looking at me for a couple of seconds more but then decides not to argue.
"That's the point of this dress." He gives me a smile, a real one, not a smirk, and I swear it's the most beautiful smile I've ever seen in my life.
The reality starts coming back to me. The memories of my first day in his house, the anger with which he threw me out, the terror inside of me when I saw him beating those men, even though he was doing it to protect me.
"Don't do this." Raphael's expression changes in a second, the smile evaporating from his gorgeous face. "Don't think about how it all looks, just feel."
"I can't." I close my eyes not to look at him. That face makes me want to cry. I felt nothing but passion a second ago, but now I'm scared again.
Who is this man? What does he want from me? How many women has he seduced this way? Those thoughts don't go away.
"Look at me, Katie," he commands, leaning closer and taking me by the hands.
I shake my head in response, unable to say a word. How could I fall for his charm so quickly? Has he bewitched me somehow? Or is it the forest? What is wrong with this place that makes me want to kiss this man like I've never wanted anything in my life before?