UnexpectedFind by Nancy Corrigan Page B

His
mouth covered hers before she could say anything. The hungered, raw kiss he
delivered stole her breath and replaced it with his. A tug of her hair and he
tipped her head back for his sweeping thrusts. She arched into him, accepting
his lead. Still kissing her, he backed her into the living room. The door
slammed closed behind them. She turned her head away. His lips brushed over her
cheek.
    “Rafe, wait,” she panted.
    He skimmed the roughened fingers she’d dreamed about last
night up her side and under the edge of her shirt, exactly as she’d hoped he
would. With small strokes, he caressed the edge of her breast and nuzzled
against the sensitive spot beneath her ear. His warm breath aroused her as
easily as the light touch of his fingertips but if she let this continue, her
willpower would crumble.
    “Why? Aren’t we alone?”
    They were. She’d driven the boys over to Mr. Wilkins’ house
an hour ago but no way would she invite Rafe into her bedroom. She’d given
their date a lot of thought. Rafe wasn’t from the area. If they ended up
having sex tonight, she didn’t want the memory of it here , where she’d
remember exactly how it felt to be with him and long for him when he was gone.
    “We are, but you promised me dinner. I’m hungry.”
    Rafe nibbled along her jaw to her mouth. He kissed her,
slowly with rolling thrusts of his tongue that left her weak. She grabbed his
shoulders and held on while he explored her as completely as he had yesterday.
Without hesitation, he slipped his hand into her shorts. She wavered a moment
then widened her stance for his probing fingers. He slid them over her clit and
down her cleft to circle her opening.
    Her shorts were loose enough for his teasing but not for the
stimulation she suddenly craved. She wriggled her bottom and groaned as his
fingertip dipped inside. When he yanked his hand out and popped the button on
her shorts, she froze. God, she had no self-control around him. She pushed
away.
    “Dinner, Rafe. A date. I never promised I’d have sex with
you.”
    He gave her a lopsided smile and brought his fingers to his
mouth. With slow swipes of his tongue, he licked her arousal off. More flowed
to slicken her sex. She swayed closer to him. He wrapped his arms around her
waist, drew her against him.
    “A date then. Where shall we go?”
    “The Black Widow.”
     
    Josh’s bar was packed. It always had a decent crowd, but on
a Friday night even more so. Jazz leaned against Rafe and listened to the familiar
sounds—music, laughter and the drone of voices. She didn’t go out often but
when she did, she usually came here, so it seemed the logical choice. Now she
had second thoughts. Everyone watched them. The waitresses stared openly at
Rafe, not that she could blame them, but after openly perusing him, their
curious gazes landed on her. She saw the questions in their eyes. And the
accusations.
    Everyone assumed she’d eventually get back together with
Josh. They’d dated on and off through high school but after she’d moved, they’d
parted ways for good. When she came home with twins, he’d made it clear they’d
eventually get back together. In fact, she’d heard she was the excuse he gave
to a lot of his fuck buddies as the reason he didn’t date.
    Now here she was with Rafe, a delicious specimen of a man
who held her against his chest and nuzzled her neck. Sara walked by, looked
them up and down and huffed.
    “Let’s get a table out on the deck,” she suggested.
    He pulled out his phone. “You go on up. I have to make a call.”
He kissed her cheek and slipped out the door.
    She frowned at his abrupt departure, but he had been texting
on and off since he’d picked her up. He’d said it was business. They were
working a security detail in town. He had to tie up some loose ends. Her heart
skipped a beat. Once he finished his job, he’d leave. Just because he said
plans could change and he might stay longer didn’t guarantee he would. She
pushed