Page 89 of Rocky Mountain Devil

She licked her lips as she looked him up and down, dirty anticipation in her eyes. “Oh, I’msure.”

The low lusty sound rang in his ears. “Good enough for me.”

Only her idea of racing to get naked? Not going to fly. He was in charge of this. It was his hands that stripped her shirt over her head. It was him who reached behind her and undid her bra, pulling the fabric down slowly so it teased her nipples.

The tiny points sprang upward, and he hummed happily, staring at them, but not touching.

He undid her pants. Button, zipper. Pressing his palms to her ass before trickling his fingers down the backs of her legs as he sent the fabric to the floor. Her shoes and socks came off at the same time as her pants, and she stood there in nothing but a pale blue pair of panties, the rest of her naked. Smooth, pale and mouthwatering.

There. He’d gone slow.

Rafe took a step back, as he stripped away his shirt, ridding himself of the rest of his clothing in ten seconds flat.

They stood there, breathing heavily as they ate each other up with their eyes.

“You’re so beautiful,” Laurel whispered.

Rafe chuckled. “That’s what I’m supposed to say.”

She stepped forward, trailing her fingers over his body, and everywhere she touched sent electric zaps through his system. “You’re a work of art,” she insisted. “Carved out of marble, like the statue of David.”

Her fingertips brushed his ass cheeks, and he shivered, willing himself to allow her this moment because once he started the next stage, no way could he stop. “Not planning on fighting any Goliaths tonight,” he teased.

She’d finished her perusal, stepping back in front of him. “The only thing you need to fight are my panties.”

“I can handle them.”

He dropped to his knees, glancing up for a second before catching hold of the edge of the material and dragging it down an inch at a time until she was squirming on the spot and his mouth was watering to taste her.

Not in the front foyer, though.

He picked her up, the smooth heat of her in his arms enough to make him crazy. They were halfway down the hall when she interrupted him with a soft curse.

“My coat—”

Her coat? Last damn thing he was worried about. “It’s not going to be cold in the bedroom, I promise.”

“There are condoms in my pocket,” she whispered.

A laugh escaped, but Rafe kept walking. “Are theyspecialcondoms, or can we use mine?”

She pressed her hands to his cheeks. “Only special in that they had your name written all over them. I wanted this to happen tonight.”

He kicked his bedroom door open. “If it means that much to you, I’ll run back and get them.”

Laurel kissed him eagerly, pulling him over her once he’d lowered her to the bed. “Don’t stop,” she ordered. “That’s all—don’tstop.”

The final word turned into a moan as he settled between her legs and covered her with his body. Every inch of air between them vanished as their skin met. His cock rested against her belly, rock-solid and already wet at the tip. Their frantic rush forward slowed enough he could take a breath and actually look at her.

Her eyes shone, her lips glistening as every breath shook both their bodies.

He rocked his hips, dragging the length of his cock over her mound, and another moan drifted from these perfect lips. “Rafe.”

Another rock, and this time she bent her legs, knees rising on either side of his hips. Intimate, yet separate. He watched her expression, moving again, slower, ever slower. His muscles clenched tight as he held himself high enough to stop from crushing her. Aching to make that final adjustment and press into her fully.

“You know what I’m thankful for?” he asked.

Laurel’s eyes flew open from half-mast where they’d fallen. “What?” Her voice tinged with amusement.