Midnight Sins

later I’ll get really sick of it and begin retaliating.”

A groan of exasperation and hunger slipped past her lips. “No, Rafer. This.” She waved her hand at his naked body.

“Well, baby, the occasional fuck never hurt anyone.” His smile was tight and hard. “Now take that pretty gown off before I tear it from you. Then, I want to watch as I fuck those pretty lips.”

Dominant, powerful. So sexy it sent a rush of clenching sensation to attack her womb. The tone of voice, the arrogance in his expression, and the lust filling his sapphire eyes had her so close to climaxing from just the sound of his explicit words that she trembled.

He would tear the gown from her. She could see it in his face.

And she would let him. She would love it.

Gripping the knee-length black silk as she sat up and wiggled it up to her hips, she pulled it off slowly and tossed it to the side of the bed. It slid over the edge slowly.

“Son of a fucking bitch,” he growled harshly.

Rafe would never get used to what the sight of her body did to him. The proof of her need for him was in the flushed, swollen mounds of her breasts, topped with candy-pink perfect nipples.

Her breathing was accelerated, her face flushed. The sassy cut of her hair messed around her head as small, sharp little ribbons of it lay over her forehead and cheeks.

She looked like a pixie, just as mischievous as hell and so damned sexy a man could lose his soul in her.

Forcing himself to hold back, to control the need to simply pound into her, Rafe slid his fingers into the short strands of her hair.

“Open your lips,” he demanded, watching as the kiss-swollen curves parted.

With the fingers of his other hand, he gripped the base of his dick and drew her forward.

He watched her eyes darken. Her lips parted further as he pressed his cock head against them. Thighs tightening, he groaned as the silken heat of her lips began to stretch around the width and her hot little mouth drew him in.

“Fuck, Cami,” he growled her name. “That’s my love. Suck my dick. Make me crazy for you.”

And she did just that.

Her tongue flicked and clicked.

Her lips tightened and the lush heat of her mouth sucked the width with tantalizing hunger.

Watching each shallow thrust past her lips and each flex of her cheeks had his balls tightening, the need for release pounding through them. The need to spill his come, to feel her sucking hungrily at each heated spurt had him forcing himself to pull back. To ignore the dazed hunger in her objection, he pushed her back on the bed.

Placing one knee on the bed, Rafe came down to her, forcing her to recline slowly, the dark gray of her eyes staring up at him with almost-bemused fascination as he almost touched her lips with his.

He was a second from tasting her lips again when his hand slid beneath the pillow at her side and they both froze.

Her eyes widened as she seemed to stop breathing as he stared down at her. His fingers curled around the base of a device he hadn’t expected to find.

A device she had no doubt been using that very night.

“What do we have here, kitten?” he crooned, the glow in his sapphire eyes intensifying with a lust that 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.”