The Trouble With Coco Monroe (32 page)

He wanted her so much he struggled to keep his hands gentle, his kisses soft as his system craved her.

The small, helpless sound that whined in her throat shattered him.

‘You know I would never hurt you, don’t you, Coco?’

His mouth skimmed over her eyelids, slid over her cheeks and down to tease the corners of her mouth.

She swallowed hard and blinked up at him, a mixture of troubled confusion and wary desire filling those vivid eyes now.

Her fingers stroking his neck trembled, her velvety breasts tightened, pushing against his chest.

Again he took her mouth and this time he wasn’t gentle and his breath caught in response to the way her tongue teased his.

She made a tiny murmur of assent, so feminine and breathy, giving herself to him with such trust that he closed his eyes loving the feel of her skin against his.

He couldn’t wait another second and drew her even closer, sinking into the heaven of her vulnerable, moist mouth.

Christ, he was so hard he thought he might explode.

His tongue stroked hers in hard thrusts and she gave a shudder of pleasure along with a high breathy moan.

Something dark and too possessive flared within him.

No other man would ever touch her.

But he kept needing to taste her, to savour the texture of her mouth, the silky, misty warmth that took him in as he blatantly urged her to keep giving him what he needed, he craved.

She tasted fucking fabulous.

Coco knew there was something unique about their lovemaking this time.

Although he was taking over, it was different. It almost felt as if she was on the sacrificial altar of his desire. He was igniting a fire so hot within her that she’d never return whole from it. But she wanted the burning pleasure of his mouth, the feel of his big hands rough on her skin and his strong arms holding her so tightly against him.

The flat of his hand slid over her belly and her muscles jumped beneath his palm.

His fingertips stroked around her navel and sent shivers of excitement along her spine as arousal wept between her thighs.

He kissed a burning path down her throat, along her shoulder then his mouth pounced upon her nipple and suckled so strongly she nearly collapsed.

‘Rafe?’

She clung to his shoulders and her voice wobbled as he sucked even harder.

A trembling sigh escaped from her throat.

God, what was he doing to her?

She’d never felt anything like it.

Sexy.

Needy.

Hungry.

Terrified.

He scooped her up in his arms.

‘It’s going to be all right. I’ve got you,’ he promised her softly. ‘You’re so beautiful and I need you so much I can barely breathe.’

She observed him through half-closed eyes as he strode with her through the house, up the wide staircase, into their bedroom.

He kicked door shut.

Then he slid her down his body as he released her and she stood naked before him, warm sunlight caressing her skin.

His eyes were shining at her with an intensity, a hunger, that both frightened and aroused.

As his gaze, dark now with lust, swept over her a low moan escaped from his mouth making her tremble.

He dropped to his knees before her.

Big hands pushed her thighs wide apart.

With his fingers digging into her hips, he forced the heart of her towards his waiting mouth. His nose nuzzled, inhaled her scent in a way that made her cry out. And then he feasted on the core of her sex like a starving man.

Coco screamed loud and long with a dark pleasure.

He didn’t stop; instead with the flat of his tongue he licked at her tender flesh with long, slow strokes.

And her body responded with lazy contractions of such intense arousal, her breath hitched.

He growled, a low rumbling sound of male satisfaction deep in his throat that shimmered through her system.

She clutched at his wide shoulders as her world tilted.

Wave after wave of unbearable delight brought her to a state of near collapse.

Her womb tightened, the muscles contracting, tension unfolding with blissful heat.

‘I can’t do this,’ she whimpered the words.

She arched her back, legs spread wide while his tongue snaked around that throbbing nub of nerves until a gasp of ecstasy escaped from her throat.

Thrusting her hips, she pushed against him, needing more and more as the tension continued to build.

His mouth and tongue feasted as two fingers entered her vagina curling, stroking and caressing until she burned with need.

The orgasm caught her breath, washing over her with too much pleasure as her womb grew tighter, hotter and hotter until she lost control, losing her mind and her body, giving herself completely to his mouth and his hands.

If Rafe didn’t have her, right now, he was going to go crazy.

He was on his feet and lifted her.

‘Legs around my waist, Coco. Now!’

She threw her arms around his neck, while her breasts crushed against his chest and those endless legs wrapped around his waist.

He entered her with one thrust and she sobbed into his throat.

She was so tight he could barely stand it.

Fire blazed through his system as he pushed deeper into her and buried himself to the hilt.

She was so slick, so hot, so fucking tight as her body gripped his.

He remained totally still until his mouth found hers, tongues and teeth licking and biting and tasting.

Her muscles contracted, the walls of her sheath felt red-hot, pulsing and palpating around him, gripping and sliding over him until he almost wept with triumph.

She tightened her vaginal muscles and he nearly lost control.

Gripping her hips, he took over and set the pace, thrusting harder and harder, deeper and deeper, until he was crazy with need.

He couldn’t, simply couldn’t, get enough of her.

Coco’s desperate sobs only added fuel to a fire blazing dangerously out of control.

Her fingers clutched in his hair as she clung to him, her hips lifting to meet the demands of his.

The sound of their body’s frantic coupling was too loud.

But he could hear his gasps shuddering out of his throat and the world went up in flames as his body burned hotter, even tighter until everything centred on Coco.

Her high wail totally shattered him.

And he began to thrust faster, tension growing as he pushed her further than she’d ever been before, until she was screaming, begging him for release.

But he kept going, plunging and thrusting into her as deep as he could go.

Then her body seized, rippled and clamped down his, milking and squeezing him.

Wave after wave of an orgasm that had her sobbing as her nails sank into his shoulders took him with her over the edge and into blessed oblivion.

She gasped into his neck as she went limp.

Rafe lowered her feet to the ground, but still held her tight against him.

He couldn’t let her go. And closed his eyes, holding her even tighter as his heart thundered against hers.

‘What just happened?’ Her voice was soft and she slurred the words.

He picked her up and held her close. ‘I think we almost killed each other.’

Grateful it wasn’t far, since his legs were like water, he carried her to the bed.

He laid her down and rolling next to her, pulled her close, running his hand over her amazingly soft skin.

Burying his face in her neck, he murmured, ‘You never fail to amaze me. Tell me I didn’t hurt you.’

Her quiver of laughter had him sigh in relief and he raised his head to look at her.

Those violet eyes were enormous and he wanted to sink, to drown in their vivid depths.

Coco kept her eyes on his face, absorbing the cheekbones, that strong jaw and his amazing mouth.

She read a certain amount of concern in those too serious dark eyes.

‘I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. You have eyelashes like a girl. You’ve exhausted me.

‘I did? We’re only getting this party started,’ he whispered as he lowered his head to nuzzle her nipple. She caught a glimpse of his smile before he buried his head between her breasts. One hand slid down her hip to nestle between her legs. ‘Ah, you don’t feel exhausted to me.’ He slid a finger into her and her muscles instantly caught him. Lifting his head, he smiled at her. ‘Darling, you’re ready for more.’

There must be something terribly wrong with her because he was right.

Thrusting her pelvis into his hand, her eyes stayed on his as she pouted.

‘What happened to wanting me on my hands and knees?’

Those dark eyes glittered into hers, filled now with a wicked intent that thrilled her.

‘Good things come to those who wait.’

He flipped her onto her tummy pulled her up onto her hands and knees. But then he pushed her shoulders onto the bed leaving her bottom in the air.

She wasn’t sure how she felt about being exposed like this, so vulnerable to his gaze, his touch.

‘Rafe?’

The sound of a drawer opening had her assume he was sourcing a condom until she heard a buzzing sound.

Her head whipped round and her eyes bugged out of her head.

He was holding a sleek metal vibrator.

Pouring oil on his hand he stroked it along the thick length and gave her a wicked grin.

‘I’m only human, baby. You’ve made me come twice. My boys need a rest before round three. Never played with toys?’

Speechless she simply shook her head.

‘Then you’re in for a treat. I’m going to make you ejaculate.’

What?

Her heart kicked before sprinting in her chest.

‘Women don’t...’

She lost the power of speech as he gently rubbed the vibrator against her clitoris.

‘Yeah, they do. Spread your legs for me, baby, that’s it.’

Legs spread wide, she moaned as Rafe bent his head and whorled his tongue over her little bead of screaming nerve ends, stroking the flat of his tongue along her swollen lips bringing her to the brink. He leaned back and she felt the vibrator being inserted oh so slowly into her while his fingertip snaked around her clit. Then the vibrator found a sweet spot deep inside her as Rafe directed it towards her belly. A deep ache wound tighter and tighter as her clitoris swelled in a way she initially found alarming.

‘Ohhh...’ She gasped.

The vibrator was merciless in bringing a dark deep pleasure as he slid it in and out, in and out, unerringly finding that spongy spot of nerve endings deep within her body. His hand pressed, fingers massaging low against her womb as the vibrator worked her. Her legs trembled uncontrollably as an orgasm so deep and powerful had her fist the sheets to ground her. Pressing her burning face into the mattress Coco gave a low wail in her throat that rose louder and louder.

And he was relentless.

‘That’s it, baby, come for me.’

Her scream coincided with Rafe gripping her around the waist to stop her collapsing and still he worked her.

Then her body’s release was too overwhelming, she couldn’t breathe as it gushed into his hand.

Coco’s world went dark.

Chapter Thirty Seven

As dawn broke, lying in strong arms, his deep breaths whispering under her ear, Coco stared at the ceiling.

Rafe was sound asleep and wrapped around her like a flag.

Her limbs felt as if they were weighed down with lead.

But what shocked her most of all was the feeling of intense relaxation and a deep, deep pleasure.

She’d read of la petite morte, the little death of orgasm, but didn’t believe it was real outside of her friend’s imaginations. But it actually existed. Who’d have thought it?

He’d made love to her so completely, so giving and caring that even now her eyes began to sting with unshed tears.

What on earth did it mean?

If she didn’t know better, she’d think he’d fallen in love with her.

But that was impossible and typical of the way she over thought things these days.

Over the past few months, during the darkest of days, she’d learned the hard way that a human being’s imagination can be merciless as it is relentless.

No way was Rafe ready to settle down and more to the point neither was she.

With care she moved her right leg trapped under his heavy thigh.

He muttered in his sleep and a strong arm gripped her around the waist, pulling her into his warm body as he turned towards her.

She loved being in his arms.

But she loved it too much.

What would happen when this was all over and she tried to sleep alone in her big bed?

Again she tried to move, but he held her even tighter.

‘Baby?’ he muttered, his voice all throaty and drowsy with sleep. ‘Stop pushing me away.’

‘I need to visit the bathroom,’ she told him in a soft voice.

He released her, rolled on his back as she rose and padded to the en-suite.

Rafe watched her through sleepy lids.

Her taut little bottom swayed as she moved towards the door.

She had a couple of bruises on her hips where his fingers had dug too deep.

His breath hitched in his throat.

He’d hurt her?

Blinking awake, he sat and scrubbed his face.

God, what a night. It had been intense.

His cock still ached with need and how was that even possible?

He’d come so many times and in so many ways it was unbelievable.

But God, he loved her so much, perhaps too much?

The question had him rub the spot above the jerky thud of his heart.

What the hell was happening to him?

Fear uncurled in his belly.

This was exactly what had happened to his father. He’d become so consumed with his love for his mother he’d got to the point where he couldn’t function. The more her mother pushed him away, the more his father craved her. And in the end that obsession had destroyed him.

Rafe had never understood how a real man could be broken by his love, his need for a woman - until now.