Page 90 of Rocky Mountain Devil

“Did I say something funny?”

Laughter hovered between them. This was Laurel—laughteralwayshovered nearby.

“List of things to do on Thanksgiving. Eat dinner—check. Get naked—check. While naked, list the things you’re thankful for—” She stroked her fingers over his shoulders. “Go ahead. I’m not doing anything else right now.”

Her serious expression was ruined by the giggle-snort that followed when he nipped at her chin. “I’m thankful for the perfect pair of tits pressed against me. The ones with pale pink nipples that taste like cotton candy.”

Rafe twisted far enough he could lick them one after another, swirling his tongue around the tips before closing his mouth over her and sucking until she wriggled, pressing closer even as she quivered.

“Ahhh. It’s adirtythankful list. That makes more sense.” Laurel drove her fingers into his hair, scratching his skull lightly as he teased.

“What other kind of list is there when we’re naked?” Before she could answer, he put his lips to one side of her nipple and blew a raspberry.

She curled under him instantly, laughter escaping as she struggled to push him away.

He moved farther down. “I’m thankful for this beautiful belly that I get to lick”—he licked—“and nibble”—teeth to her skin—“and, oh look. A bellybutton.” He circled it with his tongue before stabbing inward. “Practice target.”

Laurel gasped. “You arenotfucking my belly button.”

“Am too. With my tongue.”

“I’m dying here,” she complained.

“Don’t do that. I have plans,” he said. “And they require you to be alive.”

Rafe sighed happily, slipping lower. He used his shoulders to press her legs apart, stroking his fingers quickly through her curls and opening her to his vision. “It’s as if you’re made up of every shade of pink there is, and every one of them tastes different.”

He glanced up to find Laurel staring at him, the hint of a smile curling her lips. She leaned on her elbows, waiting with anticipation.

He dipped his head lower, turning aside at the last moment to kiss the inside of her leg. “I’m thankful for how much fun it is to tease you.”

Down again, another last-minute kiss, this time on the other leg.

Her thighs quivered as her belly shook, and she was laughing even while she complained. “Yourthankfullistneeds to include ‘I’m thankful Laurel didn’t kill me when I teased her too much’.”

“Dead men can’t do this.”

Rafe finally gave in and placed his mouth over her pussy. He feasted greedily, tasting and licking until he found the spot that made her squirm the most, all semblance of control gone as he stabbed his tongue deep then rasped over her clit.

“Oh my—oh,yes…” Laurel planted her heels on the mattress and pressed upward, searching for more.

He shot a hand over her belly to stop her from squirming, pinning her to the mattress as she fought his grasp. She bucked against his mouth, panting with excitement, and while it was hot as blazes, he wanted more control.

Rafe grabbed her by the hips, shuffling them both around until he could kneel on the mattress. Then he lifted her to his mouth, fingers digging into her ass cheeks, holding her precariously in midair. He fucked her with his tongue in earnest as the taste of her ricocheted through him. Her fingers were tangled in his hair, tugging as she attempted to rock against him. Her soft groans escalated as he concentrated on her clit. His cock ached, and he needed to be inside her, but not until shecame.

He put his lips over her clit and sucked.

“Rafe…”

Her squirming directed into one solid thrust against his face, body arched in midair, noises of pleasure rolling from her as she shook wildly.

Finally. Sweet fucking Christ,finally.

Rafe had a condom out, his cock covered, and was back between her legs before she’d time to protest he’d been gone. He pressed the head of his shaft to her sex and took a deep breath.

Their eyes met as he pushed, barely entering her. Her sex tightened around the tip of his cock as aftershocks rocked her. Forward more, even more. Impossibly hot, impossibly tight. The only thing that let him inch his way in was how wet she was.

Gazes connected, he pushed forward steadily, not stopping until he was buried as deep as possible. Her eyes widened as he moved, her mouth falling open in a soundless gasp.