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
“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.
