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Rafe swept two fingers to the sweet spot between her legs. He sucked in a breath when he found her wet. Creamy.
    Desire washed over him in a wet, scorching wave. Drenching him. Tugging him under. He teased her, swirled his fingers around her most sensitive flesh. Licked her nipples. When her back arched and she gasped for more, Rafe slid his fingers inside.
    She bit her lower lip and let out a little hiss, sending his lust into overdrive.
    Heart hammering in his chest, Rafe slinked down her body and hiked both legs over his shoulders. Ravished her center with his mouth. Kissed her hard. Hot. Then stopped.
    “ Oh, God …” Misty’s breath hitched and her heavy-lidded eyes widened. “What are you doing?”
    “Tell me what you want….” He licked her again. Wickedly slow. Holding her gaze.
    “I want your mouth on me,” she breathed.
    He did as she asked, kissed her wild and openmouthed. Watched her head fall back and the full mounds of her breasts arch up. If it wasn’t for the straining of his groin and the pressure gathering at the base of his spine, Rafe realized, he could pleasure Misty forever. Watching her gasp with each flick of his tongue. Seeing her arch when he drove his tongue inside her. It was pure bliss.
    As he slid one hand beneath her and palmed her backside, raising her hips to his mouth, Rafe worked his tongue until she shattered, crying out his name.
    Each tiny, little spasm fed Rafe’s hunger. He wanted more. He wanted her falling over the top of him. Losing herself in the heated throes of ecstasy. Riding him, rolling over the top of him, like he knew she could.
    With one final flick of his tongue, Rafe pulled back to his hands and knees.
    “You are absolutely…undeniably…the hottest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.” Her eyes, hazy with pleasure, sized him up, settling on his straining erection. “Now what do you want?”
    Choosing to show her rather than waste time with words, Rafe settled beside her and rolled on his back, then dragged Misty over his lap. She supported herself on her arms, letting her breasts fall in his face.
    God, she was perfect…perfect for him.
    As Misty began to roll her hips, Rafe clutched her waist, guiding his shaft back and forth through her damp heat. He burned to stay in this moment. Her scent, warm and sweet, enveloping him. Her pillow-soft breasts heaving with each hard breath. The enchanted glow from the falls coating her body in a shimmering mist.
    He couldn’t hold back much longer…
    He was aching, dying, to drown in her slick heat.
    He lifted her up by the hips and poised his erection at her center, about to burst from the anticipation. And with a thrust coupled with a throaty sigh, Rafe plunged deeper inside Misty than he’d ever been. It was mind-spinning—too much to take in at once.
    Misty rolled her hips back as Rafe hammered into her, full and deep. He lifted her hips. Pulled out. Pounded into her again. Each time their hips met, Misty clenched harder around him, tugging him closer to his own release.
    “Ride me harder, Misty,” he breathed, muscles constricting, the world going dizzy around him. “I’m so deep…harder…”
    She rocked her hips against him roughly, taking in his thick length, her core sucking the climax out of him. She was so tight. A perfect fit.
    His perfect fit.
    “That’s it,” he said through clenched teeth. “Faster.”
    Misty closed her eyes as if she, too, was savoring the sensations bubbling inside her. She rocked her hips faster and faster, arching her back as she found a rhythm that had them both moaning in time with each surge.
    With a cry that shattered the quiet of the cave, Misty climaxed a second time, rolling her body with each hard pulse of her center. Rafe couldn’t hold back. He groaned, long and deep like thunder, as he emptied himself into her. Powerful, heavy spasms seemed to flow through him forever. Filling her core. Pluming through her skin. Claiming her as his own from the inside