Midnight Sins by Lora Leigh Page B

her
    flesh.
    Excitement or fear?
    There wasn’t a chance it was fear. She was
    aroused. Hot. Horny. She was ready to fuck. At least
    her body was. And he could just imagine how sweet
    and tight her pussy was.
    “I’m going to fuck you before you leave here,” he
    told her carefully, leaning forward against the table as
    he braced his forearms on the top and stared into her
    shocked face. “I’m going to have the sweetest treat
    right here on this table when I bury my lips in your
    pussy and lap at the sweetest cream in the world.
    Then, I’m going to watch, Cami. While those pretty,
    pink lips stretch around my dick, I’m going to watch
    while I sink every inch of it up your hot little pussy.”
    Her lips parted, eyes widening, her face flushed
    a becoming peach, almost the color of her pussy in
    full arousal.
    “Tell me, do you still moan and cry when you
    come? Do you make your lovers growl like an animal
    when they come inside you because it’s so fucking
    good they could die in that moment and never regret
    it?”
    “Stop.” She stumbled from the table, heading for
    the door as Rafe jumped from the chair, uncaring as it
    crashed to the floor, and caught her around her waist.
    In the next heartbeat he had her front pressed against
    the wall, his harder, taller body pressing against her
    back.
    “Don’t say stop, damn you,” he said his head
    bent, his lips touching the delicate shell of her ear.
    “Say no. Go ahead, Cami, fucking say it. Tell me you
    don’t fantasize about having me inside you. Fucking
    you like I’m dying for you.” Tell me that you don’t touch
    yourself, whisper my name, and masturbate to the
    memory of my dick stretching you to the point where
    you didn’t know if it was pleasure or pain. Go ahead.
    Tell me, damn you, that you don’t want my dick buried
    inside you so bad it’s all you can do to breathe for it.”
    A whimper, a fragile, soft little cry, was his only
    answer as he watched her fingers curl into a fist
    against the wall, felt her body tense as she fought
    against the hunger.
    “I dare you.” He breathed out against her ear. “I
    dare you to tell me ‘no.’”
    He had braced one hand against the wall, and
    pushed the other beneath her sweatshirt, immediately
    finding silky, heated, naked flesh.
    He flattened his hand against her stomach,
    feeling the muscles clench and ripple in response. His
    fingers moved to the snap of her jeans.
    “Rafer, please!” A beseeching little whimper
    slipped past her lips. As though she wanted to. She
    wanted to tell him no. She wanted to deny it, refuse
    the pleasure.
    He knew it, and a part of him hated her for it.
    “Don’t do this to us,” she whispered, her voice
    hoarse despite the softening of her body as the snap
    of her jeans released and his fingers gripped the tab
    of the zipper. “You’ll destroy us both Rafer.”
    One hand jerked to his wrist, her delicate fingers
    gripping it as he slid the zipper down.
    “And this hunger isn’t already destroying us?” His
    fingers were almost shaking as he pushed them into
    the opening he’d made in the jeans, her fingers
    uncurling but still lying against his forearm. “Tell me,
    Cami, how could it be worse?”
    He prayed he didn’t give her a chance to answer,
    because he knew it could get worse. He had seen it
    worse.
    But this, this was paradise. This was a healing
    balm to the pain that often racked his soul. This was
    Cami, and God help him, he needed her.
    His fingers found the folds of her pussy, so slick
    and naked to the touch. He had to clench his teeth to
    hold back the groan rising in his chest.
    “You still wax,” he whispered as her legs shifted,
    parting farther for him rather than closing against his
    touch. “I love the feel of your bare pussy, Cami.
    Feeling it against my fingers.” He licked the shell of
    her ear as he fought to breathe. “Against my tongue,”
    he said with rising hunger. “I’m going to fuck you with
    my tongue, baby. Fuck