Authors: Lora Leigh
Tags: #Romance, #Romantic Suspense Fiction, #Suspense, #Fiction, #Contemporary, #Man-Woman Relationships, #Murder, #Crime, #Erotica, #Ranchers
stole her breath.
“Rafer, please—” she whispered, wishing he
would just ignore what he had found. Wishing he
would just thrust into her and fill her with the throbbing
heat of his dick.
“Oh, baby,” he whispered as he rose to his
knees, the device he had found gripped in his hand.
He looked from the sexual toy back to her, his
lips curving with a smile of pure male anticipation.
“Kitten, my dick is bigger than yours,” he stated
silkily as he held the vibrating dildo up and looked at it
before turning his gaze back to her.
Cami felt the tremor of excitement, arousal, and
the edge of trepidation that began to rush through her
system.
His expression was suddenly filled with more
heat and with more lust than ever before.
And yes, his dick
was
bigger than hers.
Thank God!
And it was
so
much better than hers.
And she needed it. Now.
“My adventurous little kitten.” He smiled with slow,
sensual anticipation. “How dirty could you get with me,
Cami, versus without me?”
Her gaze flicked from him to the dildo and then
back again.
He looked like the warrior everyone suspected
the Callahans had come from. Tall and fierce,
conquering and savage.
“Spread your legs, Cami.” He moved between
them, pressing her knees apart as she locked her
fingers in the blankets beneath her body.
Holding her legs apart with his knees, the hard,
muscular body resting on his knees in front of her, he
intended to conquer her.
Savage lust and brutal hunger reflected in his
expression as he moved the toy between her thighs.
She could feel the dampness against the bare folds of
her sex; the slick, heated warmth triggered a sensual,
sexual response she hadn’t expected.
She could barely breathe. Pleasure was tearing
through her, anticipation racing through her veins as
she felt the firm, supple tip of the dildo press between
the swollen, slick folds of her sex.
“Touch your breasts,” he demanded as he
thumbed the switch at the base of the artificial cock
and sent a pulse of near-electrifying sensation circling
her clit. Why was it so much better with him?
“Don’t do this, Rafer, please—” She didn’t know
if she could keep her heart intact, if she would survive
never having him again, if she gave herself fully to
him. And he was demanding everything from her. He
was determined to have all of her.
“Just say no!” Dominance tightened his
expression, glowed in his eyes, as he locked his gaze
with hers. “If you want to stop, at any time, then don’t
play word games with me, Cami. Don’t throw that ball
in my court. If you don’t want me, then you just fucking
say no.”
She knew what he meant. She could protest until
hell froze over, but if she didn’t say no, then he
wouldn’t stop.
“Why are you doing this to me?” The cry, rife with
the needs racing through her, slipped past her lips.
He knew she didn’t have the strength or the will to
tell him no. That had already been established during
the blizzard. Her body was too weak and her mind,
her senses, filled with too many fantasies of them
together.
“Because I’m starving for you.” Part anger and
part rising need strengthened and rasped through his
voice.
“I won’t survive when you walk away.” The thought
of that happening already had her chest clenching
with pain. “And you know it won’t last past tomorrow,
Rafer. You know there’s no future in this.”
“Who says I’m asking for a future, or walking
away?” The hard line of his lips assured her he had
far more in mind than what he was letting on, and she
knew Rafer. This wasn’t just sex, it was a claiming.
“You know you will.” She was weakening, her
juices flooding her pussy, lubricating the swollen,
sensitive folds and the hard, throbbing bud of her clit
as it met the rounded crest of the vibrator.
The vibrating toy was driving her to distraction,
making her crazy just to touch him, to feel the hard,
thick flesh of cock pushing its way inside her, fucking
her, taking her, possessing her.
“Oh God, Rafer.” She jerked; pleasure blazing
across her nerve endings as he pressed the vibrating
head of the toy just beneath her clit and flooded her
senses with the near ectasy of it.
“You were fucking yourself with it tonight, weren’t
you, kitten?” he crooned.
Cami felt a blush rushing through her cheeks
despite the passion that eradicated any semblance of
good sense or shame where Rafer was concerned.
“Did you cry out my name? Did you cry out for
me, Cami, when you came? All you had to do was call
me. I would have come to you, baby, I would have
helped.”
A whimper passed her lips as her hips lifted,
rising and falling against the vibrating sensations in
desperate pleasure and the quest for more.
She remembered what was awaiting her. She
remembered how intense, powerful, and
overwhelming her release could be.
“Would you have fucked yourself for me? Let me
hear your little moans while I told you how tight and hot
your pussy was?”
“Oh God, Rafer, yes!” Her hips rolled against the
sensations.
He wove a spell of sensual power that she felt
helpless against. One that wrapped around her
senses and heightened the pleasure building inside
her.
She couldn’t fight against it. She wanted to. God
knew she wanted to. But as the vibrating caress of the
dildo eased lower once again, tucking against the
clenched entrance of her pussy, she knew there was
no way she could deny herself. She needed him too
much.
“Please Rafer, now,” she whispered desperately.
“Touch your breasts for me, baby,” he crooned as
he applied just enough pressure to lodge the broad
head of the vibrator just inside her clenched sex. “Do
it for me, Cami. Finger your nipples,” he urged her as
she hesitated, staring back at him as fear of the
unknown clashed with the desperate, aching need for
more pleasure.
Releasing her grip on the sheets Cami moved
her fingers slowly up her body first to her hips, starting
slowly to become accustomed to touching herself as
he watched.
With just her fingertips she stroked slowly up her
torso, watching his face, his eyes as they darkened,
his jaw as the muscle there flexed furiously with the
tension invading his body.
The feel of her own touch was more sensual than
it had ever been before.
Threads of electric sensation sizzled over her
nerve endings, washing through her body in a clash of
sensation she couldn’t fight. Didn’t want to fight.
As she reached her breasts, her hands flattened,
moving over her flesh until she was cupping both
mounds, fingers and thumb gripping a nipple, and
moaning at the pleasure flooding her. It was sharp,
extreme, stealing her breath as he watched and
pulling a tumultuous cry from her lips.
“Play with your nipples.” He pulled the toy back
before working it in again, moving it deeper,
stretching her further as he let her thumbs rake over
the stiff peaks.
Pleasure shattered through her. It was so
blinding, so bright, that she nearly orgasmed from the
erotic intensity alone.
She couldn’t keep her eyes open. An incredible,
overriding pleasure raced through her. It burned
burning hot and bright as the vibration increased and
the thrusts pushed deeper inside her. The feel of the
fake cock, the arousing buzz, and Rafer’s touch threw
her into a world of pure sensation.
As her fingers began to play over her nipples, her
hips rising and falling to the thrusts moving inside her,
Cami could feel herself becoming a creature of primal
eroticism.
Through slitted eyes she watched as he came
over her, his powerful body covering hers as his wrist
continued to flex and tilt, fucking the dildo deeper,
harder, faster inside the gripping, tormented depths of
her pussy.
“Lift your nipple to me,” he suddenly bit out in
demand, the sound of his voice a hard, primitive rasp.
Cupping a mound, she did as she was bid, then
cried out at the incredible heat of his mouth
surrounding the desperately sensitive peak. His
tongue began to thrash against it, erotically licking
and tasting with rising hunger.
“Rafe.” The sound of her own voice, so dark, so
locked in complete sexual surrender, shocked her.
“Damn, Cami,” he suddenly groaned. “It’s not
enough, sweetheart. I have to have you myself.”
The vibrator pulled free of her body, only to have
Rafer move in closer, his hips dipping, his cock
lodging against her entrance. The heavy, thick crest
was hotter than any toy created by man or by woman.
“Lift your legs, knees at my hips,” he growled,
those hips working, twisting, pushing forward to work
his cock deeper inside the clenched muscles of her
pussy.
Her hands were at his shoulders, nails biting into
his flesh. She gripped his hips with her knees and
tilted her pussy up to take more, to take him deeper.
To facilitate each heavy thrust.
“Yes, fuck me, Rafer,” she whispered as the
coarse mat of hair on his chest raked across her
tender nipples, sensitizing them further.
His pelvis stroked over her clit, his cock worked
inside her, stretching her with such incredible
pleasure she could only whimper with the sensations
raking across her nerve endings.
His head lowered, his lips against her shoulder,
his tongue licking over her flesh. With a final, hard
thrust he buried into the hilt, the stroke forceful,
powering through the clenched, slickened muscles of
her pussy and spearing to the depths of it.
Buried deep inside her, pulsing, throbbing.
“So fucking tight,” he groaned as his lips moved
to her neck, his teeth raking against the tender nerve
endings. “I couldn’t forget how tight you were after you
left, how hot and slick your pussy is. How it grips me
and sucks at my dick until it’s all I can do to keep from
losing my mind with the need to fuck you.”
Explicit. Demanding.
His hips were moving harder, faster.
Lifting one hand, he speared his fingers in her
hair, clenching the short strands before pulling her
head back, his lips covering hers, his tongue filling her