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Authors: Christine Warren
Tags: Contemporary/Fantasy
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shuddered. The awkward confines of her jeans meant his hand cupped her mound while his fingers fucked her, keeping him from the deeper penetration she craved. She whimpered and squirmed and tried to draw the breath to beg. But he twisted his hand and pressed his thumb against her clit and nothing else mattered because she came, sobbing in his arms.
Rafe felt her climax, felt the ripples of her contractions gripping his fingers and fought for every shred of self-control he could muster. He wanted to tear off her jeans, throw her to the floor and fuck her right there in the elevator car, and to hell with the rest of the building. But he also knew that once he got inside her he planned to stay for a good long time, and he could think of better venues for that. Simmering, he let her ride out her orgasm as the car drew to a halt and the doors slid open.
Her eyes were closed and he doubted it had even registered that they had stopped moving. Her arms still clung to his shoulders, her legs still gripped him like a vise and her pussy still pulsed with aftershocks around his fingers. He didn’t bother to withdraw them as he carried her down the hall to his front door.
There were only two other apartments on his floor, and if one of the residents happened to see, he could damn well deal. Rafe had no intention of removing his fingers until he could replace them with his cock.
He strode to his door and pinned her to the wall beside it, listening to the tiny whimpers she made every time he moved and his fingers shifted inside her.
Her face had the soft, dazed sweetness of an angel who had savored her fall and he couldn’t resist kissing her, claiming her swollen lips and bruising them with the force of his desire.
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When he pulled away, her eyes fluttered open, fogged and unfocused and she blinked up at him while he reached his free hand into his pocket and withdrew his key. He saw her teetering on the drowsy edge of sleep and growled, shoving the key into the lock and forcing the door open impatiently.
“Stay with me, damn it. I’m not done with you yet.” He got no answer, but he didn’t think she was capable of one. Growling, he peeled her off the wall and carried her through the doorway into his entrance hall, kicking the door closed behind them. He looked down at her, saw her eyes drifting shut again and roared a denial. Damn it, she could not fall asleep on him now. Fuck his bedroom. He needed to get inside her in the next fifteen seconds before she drove him over the edge. His head jerked up and he looked around him for one frantic moment before he saw his opportunity.
She gasped, her eyes flying open when she heard the crash of glass shattering on the gleaming parquet floor. He saw sleepiness evaporate and grunted in satisfaction, causing another crash of debris as he swept his arm across the surface of the inlaid art deco console table in the middle of his entry hall. He saw her look around, take in the gleam of the mirror behind the table, the smashed vase of tulips, the puddle of water and the litter of broken pottery and dented silver at their feet. Then her gaze flew back to his and her eyes widened.
“Rafe,” she began, looking uneasy and hesitant, and he roared again.
“No! Now, Tess. I’ll have you now .” He set her down on the edge of the table and pushed her backward, stripping off her jacket and sweater as she went. He heard her gasp at the impact of cool wood against her suddenly bare back, but he didn’t care. He wanted her bare to him, and he intended to have her that way.
He followed her down, leaning over her and setting his teeth to the narrow spot that joined the cups of her bra. He sliced through it and the lacy fabric fell 57
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away, exposing her nipples to his avid mouth. He latched onto one immediately, curling his tongue around the hard little point and tugging it into his mouth to suck hard. He heard her cry out, felt her hands bury
Rafe felt her climax, felt the ripples of her contractions gripping his fingers and fought for every shred of self-control he could muster. He wanted to tear off her jeans, throw her to the floor and fuck her right there in the elevator car, and to hell with the rest of the building. But he also knew that once he got inside her he planned to stay for a good long time, and he could think of better venues for that. Simmering, he let her ride out her orgasm as the car drew to a halt and the doors slid open.
Her eyes were closed and he doubted it had even registered that they had stopped moving. Her arms still clung to his shoulders, her legs still gripped him like a vise and her pussy still pulsed with aftershocks around his fingers. He didn’t bother to withdraw them as he carried her down the hall to his front door.
There were only two other apartments on his floor, and if one of the residents happened to see, he could damn well deal. Rafe had no intention of removing his fingers until he could replace them with his cock.
He strode to his door and pinned her to the wall beside it, listening to the tiny whimpers she made every time he moved and his fingers shifted inside her.
Her face had the soft, dazed sweetness of an angel who had savored her fall and he couldn’t resist kissing her, claiming her swollen lips and bruising them with the force of his desire.
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When he pulled away, her eyes fluttered open, fogged and unfocused and she blinked up at him while he reached his free hand into his pocket and withdrew his key. He saw her teetering on the drowsy edge of sleep and growled, shoving the key into the lock and forcing the door open impatiently.
“Stay with me, damn it. I’m not done with you yet.” He got no answer, but he didn’t think she was capable of one. Growling, he peeled her off the wall and carried her through the doorway into his entrance hall, kicking the door closed behind them. He looked down at her, saw her eyes drifting shut again and roared a denial. Damn it, she could not fall asleep on him now. Fuck his bedroom. He needed to get inside her in the next fifteen seconds before she drove him over the edge. His head jerked up and he looked around him for one frantic moment before he saw his opportunity.
She gasped, her eyes flying open when she heard the crash of glass shattering on the gleaming parquet floor. He saw sleepiness evaporate and grunted in satisfaction, causing another crash of debris as he swept his arm across the surface of the inlaid art deco console table in the middle of his entry hall. He saw her look around, take in the gleam of the mirror behind the table, the smashed vase of tulips, the puddle of water and the litter of broken pottery and dented silver at their feet. Then her gaze flew back to his and her eyes widened.
“Rafe,” she began, looking uneasy and hesitant, and he roared again.
“No! Now, Tess. I’ll have you now .” He set her down on the edge of the table and pushed her backward, stripping off her jacket and sweater as she went. He heard her gasp at the impact of cool wood against her suddenly bare back, but he didn’t care. He wanted her bare to him, and he intended to have her that way.
He followed her down, leaning over her and setting his teeth to the narrow spot that joined the cups of her bra. He sliced through it and the lacy fabric fell 57
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away, exposing her nipples to his avid mouth. He latched onto one immediately, curling his tongue around the hard little point and tugging it into his mouth to suck hard. He heard her cry out, felt her hands bury
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