Midnight Sins (66 page)

running into her father, and how painful would that be?

The heat of the shower only reminded her how

cold she felt inside. How tired she had become.

She’d kept her secrets as long as she could, and

when they had come spilling out there had been no

stopping them. Just as there had been no stopping

the emotions tearing her apart.

There were times she felt she’d placed herself in

deep freeze after she had lost the only friend she had

been able to depend upon, then lost her and Rafe’s

child.

That ice was chipping now. She could feel it

inside, fracturing, trying to break apart, the seams

melting and weakening as she fought to hold back the

pain.

Laying her head against the shower wall, the heat

of the water pouring over her, Cami fought to hold it

inside, to keep the pain from breaking her apart.

The knowledge that she had carried Rafe’s child

had been like a ray of hope heating her from the

inside out. The thought of that perfect little life, that

part of Rafe that could never be taken away from

her … Yet it had been taken.

Lifting her head, she hurriedly finished, knowing

the cost of what she was doing. Standing there

beneath the warmth of the water and letting herself

remember, revisit that loss, was the most dangerous

thing she could do.

She wasn’t strong enough for this.

She was losing too much too fast and facing too

many truths that were coming at her from too many

different directions. She’d tried for years to harden

herself, but all she’d managed to do was build the

most fragile of defenses against the pain. And those

defenses were weakening by the moment.

“Are you warm enough yet, kitten?”

She whirled around, her eyes blinking open

against the sting of the shower to see Rafe leaning

casually against the ceramic wall at the entrance to

the shower.

He watched her as though he could see into the

very heart of even those secrets she hid from herself.

“I just needed to relax before going to sleep.” She

had to turn her back on him.

Staring back at him, seeing the warmth in his

gaze, the sensual hunger, and the sparks of anger

that still sizzled in the sapphire blue was more than

she could bear.

She pushed her face beneath the water once

again, because she knew the warmth slipping down

her face had nothing to do with the water spilling from

the shower.

She’d been finished minutes after stepping

beneath the spray. The soft hint of almond milk soap

still filled the heated warmth as she tried to force the

water to soak beneath her skin.

To warm her.

To hold the nightmares she knew she would have

tonight at bay.

“Poor Cami.” Heated and warm, his arms went

around her, his bare chest was suddenly at her back,

and the feel of his nude body, so hot, so strong, sent a

surge of lightning-fast, wicked-hot need erupting

through her system.

She was forced to draw in a quick, hard breath.

The solid length of his cock nestled against her

lower back, while his powerful thighs cushioned the

rounded globes of her rear.

“Do you remember our first night together?” he

asked as his lips lowered to her shoulder, brushing

against the tender flesh there before nipping at it

erotically.

“Yes.” She was almost moaning now in pleasure.

“Do you remember what you begged me for

more of?”

Her body felt weak, flushed.

She didn’t want to be reminded of it. Her

dreamworld was working out just fine, thank you very

much. Or was it?

It wasn’t this warm.

It wasn’t Rafe holding her against his body.

It wasn’t the feel of him, so very prepared to send

her system into a pleasure so extreme it tempted

insanity.

“Poor Cami,” he whispered. “Holding everything

so tightly inside. Do you ever feel like a wind-up doll

ready to blow apart all the mechanics that hold you so

tightly bound, Cami?”

“Stop, Rafer.” She didn’t want this.

She didn’t want to break apart into so many

pieces it was impossible to put her together again.

He chuckled at her ear before his teeth raked

against the sensitive flesh of her lower neck.

“I’m going to fuck you, baby. I’m going to ride us

both into exhaustion, feel you beneath me, over me, in

front of me,” he whispered at her ear. “I’m going to

paddle that pretty little bottom and hear you scream

for me, hear you beg for more, as I ease inside your

tight little ass and feel you go crazy beneath me.”

No.

She didn’t say the words, she couldn’t force them

past her lips, as she felt his fingers sliding between

the curves of her rear.

“And I’m going to watch,” he growled, the image

of him watching his thick erection stretching her,

easing inside her, flickering through her imagination,

and sending her juices flooding the outer lips of her

pussy.

The heated warmth surrounded her clit as Rafe

moved behind her, shifting, his knees bending beside

hers until she felt the thick silk-over-iron crest easing

against the slick, bare lips of her cunt.

“Yes. Rafer, yes.” Her legs parted farther as she

leaned against the shower wall.

His hands gripped her hips, easing her back,

positioning her hips as she felt the engorged cock

head parting the folds of flesh.

A second later she cried out in such erotic shock

she nearly lost her footing in the shower.

His hand landed in a gentle, sensation-igniting

pat, just heavy enough that the sound of wet flesh

coming in instant contact echoed around her.

It was the heat that bloomed against the soft rise

of her pussy that held most of her attention, though.

The sensation, so rich and lush with sensual

eroticism, was almost too much to bear.

The heat blossomed around her clit, swelling it

tighter as the head of his cock forged its way into the

snug opening of her sex.

“There, baby,” he groaned as he pulled her hips

back a fraction farther and, with one foot, pressed her

legs wider.

“I could fuck you for hours, Cami. Stay inside this

hot little pussy and do nothing but relish the feel of

you.”

Her head twisted against the shower wall as

cries spilled past her lips.

Then, with a tight, hard surge of his hips, half the

heavy length of his cock buried inside her. Then the

other half, until she was filled so deep, possessed so

fully, she couldn’t imagine ever being without him now.

“Fuck yeah,” he growled as she felt the full,

throbbing length of his dick thickening inside her.

“I dreamed of fucking you,” he admitted as he

began to move then. “Dreamed of watching my dick

stretch your sweet pussy open as it milks my flesh

inside it.”

And her flesh was milking his cock. The inner

muscles were flexing, rippling, tugging at his flesh as

the nerve endings buried there became so sensitive

she could barely breathe for the pleasure.

Each thrust filled her, stroked her, heated her.

She was dying for more, dying for him to fuck her

harder, faster, to take her with all the pent-up hunger,

need, and desperation that burned inside her.

Gripping both her hips now, his lips at her ear,

his breath heated and warm, he began moving

harder, faster, each stroke burning to the center of her

core as she began to sway, to move. Pushing back,

she took him harder, her back arching, her fingers

curling into fists at the ceramic wall as she felt

tightening of pleasure begin in her womb.

The sensations radiated through her. Burning,

intense, they flowed through her system, drawing her

to her tiptoes and causing her to cry for him again, to

beg him to send her over that edge of oblivions.

When it came, she could only collapse again,

shaking and shuddering in his grip as she felt the

hard, heated spurts of his semen filling her, adding to

a pleasure that had already stolen reason and

common sense from her mind.

He was her weakness. He was the one person

she couldn’t say no to, the one man she couldn’t

resist.Breathing heavily, her knees weak and shaky,

she leaned against the wall, fighting to catch her

breath. What he did to her should be illegal. She was

certain it
was
illegal somewhere.

“I would have wanted our baby,” he whispered at

her ear, his own breathing heavy and rough. “But even

more, Cami-love, I would have cherished his mother

just as much as I cherish her now.”

And the inner walls came crumbling down around

her.

CHAPTER 23

Rafe was aware of the confusion in Cami’s gaze as

he pulled the detachable shower from the mount and

carefully washed Cami from head to toe.

As he ran the soft, soapy cloth between her

thighs to wash away his semen, his gaze flicked to

her face. Her expression was somber, her soft gray

eyes filled with conflict, with hunger, and with the

saddened memories of all she had lost.

“I should have never let you run as I did,” he

whispered as he knelt in front of her, running the sudsfilled

cloth along her soft thighs, then across the gentle

curves of her pussy.

He knew if he touched her flesh it would be softer

than the rich lather covering it, silkier, warmer.

“You didn’t let me do anything, Rafe,” she

assured him. “I do as I wish.”

He let a grin tug at his lips. The fire inside her

was often hidden, that temper that he knew she had

often controlled and tempered with her compassion.

But it was there, just waiting to flare free.

She was independent, but she’d had no choice in

adapting to independence. What she didn’t know was

that all that lovely independence was perfect; it was

fine. But he possessed her. She was his, from her

very lithe, sexy body to the depths of her fragile

feminine soul. She belonged to him.

She sensed it, though he doubted she had

considered the consequences of it.

He wouldn’t stand back and allow her to slip

away in those hours before dawn any longer. He

wouldn’t allow her bed to be separate from his, and

he sure as hell had no intentions of allowing her life to

be separate from his.

Leaning forward, he laid a gentle kiss against her

hip, his lips lingering against the almond-fragrant flesh

as her fingers threaded hesitantly into his hair.