Page 91 of Rocky Mountain Devil

He wanted to make some sexy comment. Or a sweet one. Hell, he wanted to saysomething, but he was two seconds away from completely losing it.

Rafe closed his eyes and fought to keep everything from being over right then and there.

She was stretched to the maximum, tingling with energy and excitement.

Her heart was filled to overflowing at taking this step with her best friend. Her brain was so full it was a tangle, happiness whirling through her system.

And the physically full part—oh,yeah, they fit together perfectly, which meant things were snug enough it was possible Rafe could feel her heart pounding with his cock.

“I’m thankful you’re not nearly as patient as you wish you were,” she teased.

“You should be thankful I don’t fuck you through this bed,” Rafe said through gritted teeth. “I mean, you’d enjoy it,trustme, but sweet fuckingChristyou feel so good around me.”

“Rafe…” she warned, slapping his shoulder.

“Fucking…hell?”

Laurel laughed, wrapping her legs around him so she could dig her heels into his ass. “Fuck me all you wantwithoutthe swearing.”

He rested his elbows on either side of her head, their bodies connected, the heat of him like a brand over her.

“How do you feel?” he asked quietly. Calm in the middle of the storm.

“You’re incredible.”

A cocky smile shone down at her. “Yeah, I knew that.”

Laurel dragged her fingers through his hair, catching hold at the back of his neck and pulling him closer so they could kiss. Speaking against his lips before they connected fully. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too.”

Their lips brushed. Innocent—almost. Sweet and soft as their lips met and their tongues tangled, except for the fact that their bodies were joined and he kept his hips in motion. Dragging his cock over sensitive skin.

She’d already had one orgasm. The next seemed queued up and waiting, pleasure rushing her with his every move.

“What you need me to do?” she whispered. “I want to make this good for you.”

He shook, his strong arms quaking as he stroked forward. “It’s good. Trust me, it’s so good I want to…swear.”

Pleasure mixed with amusement, tingling through her system. The sensation she felt—it wasn’t just lust, it wasmore. It was all the days they’d spent together to this point. Talking and sharing and occasionally crying—all of that was a part of what they were doing right now.

But it was time to drive him crazy. She tightened her core.

Rafe sucked for air.

Evil thoughts whispered temptation to her. “Interesting. So that does work.”

“Sitko,” he ground out. “For fuck’s sake, you’re pushing me too far—”

Laurel did it again, adding pressure with her legs to make sure he went deep, and Rafe cursed under his breath. She timed her next squeeze with his thrust, and he finally broke tempo.

Rafe sped up. Stretching his arms and angling his body higher for leverage as he pumped into her. Fast, hard, nerve-tingling and wonderful.

The mattress bounced under her back. What they were doing was deliciously dirty, with barely enough time to suck in air between each of his drives. Laurel clutched the quilt, fingers tangling in the fabric as she tried to lock herself in position.

Another curse escaped him, this time louder, and he dropped to one elbow, shoving his free hand between them. Fingers slicking over her belly until he reached her clit.

Laurel gasped as he rubbed, and thrust, and leaned in to cover her lips and steal her breath away. Bodies sliding together, his fingers teasing the way she desperately needed as his cock commandeered the extra spots she hadn’t been aware of needing before.