Bound and Determined (15 page)

Kerry didn’t lie to herself; this wasn’t the beginning of a long-term relationship. A worldly, wealthy man like Rafe would never actually
care
about her. Besides, she had to lose her virginity to someone someday. Why not Mr. Make-Me-Sizzle?

“More than willing,” she whispered.

At her words, his gaze brightened, glittered. He smiled, somehow managing to look both sinful and reassuring at once. That expression made her heart beat in a rhythm that would go over big in a salsa dance club.

“I’m more than willing, too.” Then he leaned closer and whispered against her mouth, “Trust me.”

Kerry felt the smile stretch across her face. “Glad to hear it. I was afraid I was going to have to tie you down again.”

One of his hands meandered over her hip, to the small of her back, over the swell of her butt. “Interesting possibilities . . . for later. Now, I want you all to myself, altogether naked, all day long.”

Staring at his soft, sculpted lips, anticipation beating at her like a prizefighter on speed, she nodded.

“You’re wearing too much again.”

Kerry frowned. “It’s a bath towel.”

“It’s too much.” Lifting his hand from her ass, he grabbed the black terrycloth at her back in his fist and gave a gentle tug.

That quickly, Kerry found herself wearing nothing but goose bumps.

Rafe’s restless gaze roved over her every curve and swell, from her pink-painted toenails, to her tightly clenched thighs, over the flare of her hips to her breasts and their hard rosy tips.

Finally, he curled his hand around her nape and raised his gaze to her wide eyes. “Remember, anything. Everything.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

A smile quirked the side of his mouth. “You won’t be holding anything while you’re bound spread-eagle to the bed. But that’s later, too . . .”

Kerry gasped but the sound never made it past her lips before Rafe covered them with his own. He took advantage of her open mouth, sliding his tongue inside.

His kiss heated her from zero to three-fifty in about two seconds. Lips mating, tongues sliding in a teasing dance, Kerry lost herself to the taste of Rafe. An ache of desire spiked in her belly at the demand in his kiss. His possession of her mouth told her that he would make few concessions to her inexperience. He wanted a full partner in pleasure and intended to drive her to the brink of her inhibitions—and beyond.

His hands cascaded down her back in a long, smooth stroke, bringing her skin alive beneath his touch. One gentle finger played at the curve of her buttocks, at the cleft in between, leaving tingles in his wake, before skating across her hip, drifting up to her waist.

Rafe stoked a restless feeling in her belly, between her legs. Kerry wriggled against him. When his thumbs skimmed down her hipbones, then to the tops of her thighs, tracing maddening little circles so close to her ache, she drew in a ragged breath of air.

With tender, biting kisses, Rafe lowered his mouth across her jaw, down her neck. Kerry swayed into him, want making her hazy, crazy, making her burn.

He nipped at her lobe as his thumb traced the vee of her mound. “So hot, so sweet. I’m dying to touch you everywhere, get the taste of you on my tongue, memorize the feel of you closing around my cock.”

His words inspired a mental picture that had Kerry moaning. She took his face between her hands and crushed her lips to his again. In true Rafe fashion, he invited himself inside
and lingered, prowling as if he owned her mouth, her every breath.

With a sweep of one arm down her back, Rafe cupped his hand beneath her ass and lifted her against him. Her legs parted around his hips, her mound pressed flush against his erection. The only thing stopping them now was the thin cotton of his underwear.

A guttural groan tore from his chest as he clutched her hips and pressed her against his hot length. He crushed her mouth under his again in another ravaging kiss. Lost in sensation, awash with a want stronger than anything in her imagination, Kerry felt nothing except his hands, knew nothing except his mouth as he kissed her and made wicked, whispered promises of never-ending pleasure.

Until she felt the rumpled sheets of the bed at her back.

Rafe followed her down to the bed, then lifted himself up on his elbows. “We’re going to be so good together, babe.”

Nodding, Kerry ran a hand up the bulge on his biceps, the hard ridge of his shoulder. His warm solid flesh and uneven breaths reassured her. “I’m already breathless.”

A smile of pure sin dominated his face. “Just wait.”

With one finger he began to trace large, lazy circles around one breast, never quite reaching her areola, never touching her nipple. Kerry watched him as he stared at her nipples while they beaded and swelled. He swiped his tongue along his lower lip, as if anticipating the taste of her. She couldn’t wait to feel his molten mouth close around the sensitive tip again. Anticipation burning her alive, she arched up to him, offering him everything.

He ignored her invitation.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered instead, his voice thick, rough.

“Why?”

“I can’t give you what we both want if you don’t trust me. If you can’t do that, this stops now.”

Trust him? Oddly, yes, she did. Utterly, in fact. She hesitated only a moment before she allowed her eyes to drift shut.

“Excellent. Keep them closed.”

“I will if you’ll hurry this along.”

“Wanting this over with?”

“Wanting more of these great feelings.”

“Then I definitely won’t keep you waiting,” he whispered against her ear, sending shivers across her skin, down her spine. “Just long enough to need it.”

Rafe shifted his weight then. She heard something open, close. The temptation to peek, to brace herself for whatever he planned, nearly overwhelmed her, but she didn’t want to ruin it. Besides, she trusted him. In fact, she was startled to realize that the only person she’d ever trusted more was her brother.

Before Kerry could ponder that thought further, something soft whispered across her nipple, so light she wondered if she had imagined the sensation. The tingling afterward told her otherwise. He repeated the action to her other nipple. The sensations were delicious and enticing but . . .

“Rafe.” She gasped. “More.”

“Like this?” he taunted, barely dragging the soft item over her sensitive, swelling skin again.

Kerry moaned. “No. More.”

“How about this?”

He skimmed the underside of her breast with the pad of this thumb, circling to the top of her breast, before trailing away.

“More, damn it.”

“Such impatience.” He kept on with that soft, teasing something. “Lie back. Enjoy this. I’m enjoying the hell out of watching you wriggle and flush and swell.”

“I need . . .” Kerry struggled to find the words to express what her body craved. “I need . . .”

He grasped her nipple and gave a firm squeeze. Liquid fire shot straight from her breast to her vagina, lighting her up like a Roman candle. “Oh, yes. That’s it!”

He laughed again as he pinched her other nipple. She struggled for her next breath. Then the delicious pressure was gone.

That maddeningly soft something caressed the undersides of her breasts again, then bisected her stomach. A feather, she finally realized at he swirled its tip inside her navel. Her stomach tightened as Rafe drew the supple fronds at the line where her lower abdomen met her pubic mound.

For long moments, he tickled her, tormented her right there . . . but not quite where she needed him, with enough pressure to inflame . . . but not enough to satisfy. Everything between her thighs came alive, pushing beyond a restless ache to a need for satisfaction.

“Spread your legs,” he demanded.

“Rafe,” she breathed. “You’re tormenting me.”

His sin-inspiring laugh told her she’d hit upon the truth. “That’s the plan. Now do it.”

Biting back a reply, Kerry eased her thighs apart a few inches.

“More.”

She hesitated. Her mind raced. Could she take much more of his teasing? Already she was so aroused. Tingles danced across her skin like little pinpricks, concentrating near all her most sensitive spots.

“Kerry, spread wider.”

Drawing in a shaky breath, she complied, granting him another few inches.

His weight disappeared as he shifted to the edge of the bed. “Yes. So pretty. So pink and slick and pouting. Spread completely.”

That raspy, needy note in his voice compelled Kerry to push lingering modesty aside and open those last few inches.

“Perfect.”

Rafe dipped the feather lightly over her folds, making her arch and gasp. Lord, she was going to lose her mind with these barely there touches and wondering what he might do next.

“Rafe, stop teasing me. I want you now.”

“You’re not ready yet.”

She sighed, wishing she could see his face. Was he even half as aroused as she was? “If I get any more ready, I’ll die.”

He chuckled. “Matters aren’t that drastic. Yet. Be good and bend your knees.”

“Why?”

“It doesn’t matter. This is about trust. You’ve got to trust me.”

“You’re so bossy,” she got out between gritted teeth, torn between the urge to scream with frustration and wail with the ascending pleasure.

“Yes.”

“You like it that way.”

“I do. Now, are you going to follow directions or be naughty and disobey me?”

As Rafe took another swipe at her slick, sensitive core with his feather, Kerry managed to gasp out, “What if I want to be naughty?”

“Next time. I’m trying to be gentle. If you push me past my limit . . .”

Kerry’s pulse skittered at the thought he would soon touch her, even take her and show her the pleasure she’d only fantasized about. Slowly, she drew her knees up, opening for him like a flower.

“I wanted to see every bit of you, Kerry. Now I can.”

The feather drifted over the damp heat of her vagina, growing wetter by the moment. He dragged the tip of the feather over the swollen hood of her clit. The reply Kerry had formed died in her throat.

He repeated the process again. And again. And again, suddenly alternating the barely there glide of the feather with a heated pinch of her nipples. The subtle ache of desire mingled with a bare hint of pain. The contrast overloaded her senses until Kerry felt delirious. Desire charged inside her like bulls running in Pamplona. Perspiration filmed her forehead as the sensual torture went on and on, just like her pleasure-filled cries.

Suddenly, he stopped. Kerry’s heart chugged out of control as she felt Rafe loom closer.

“Open your eyes.” His voice was like sandpaper over gravel, deep and rough.

Lifting her lashes, Kerry opened her eyes and focused on Rafe. The blast of demand in his eyes scorched her with another swath of fire through her belly, between her legs.

“Let me touch you,” she whispered.

“Later,” he growled, then bent his head.

He fit his hot mouth over one stunningly sensitive breast. His tongue swirled, his teeth nipped. She’d no more than gasped when she felt two of Rafe’s fingers skim over her swollen vulva. He coated his skin in her juices and traced an unhurried, maddening path around her clit, bringing it alive
until she swore every nerve ending in her body was focused on her nipples or vagina.

The inklings of climax began brewing low in her belly, deep in her core. She felt tingles down her legs, swirling up her spine. And still he continued slow circles around her aching clit.

His teeth nipped at her tender nipples as his thumb swiped a deliberate path over the swollen bud between her legs. Her eyes flew open. Close. So, so close to an orgasm so powerful it was going to drown her, swallow her whole.

She wanted it more than a red BMW Z4. More than a lifetime supply of chocolate. Way more.

“Rafe.” She arched her hips to him, trying to draw in a whole breath.

Twin flags of red swathed his dark cheeks, proving he, too, was aroused. His gray eyes looked like melted silver. Kerry took comfort in that, though it wasn’t enough to drive her over the edge when he dragged his thumb over her clit once more.

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes,” she admitted, lifting her head to steal a quick, wet kiss across his lips.

“Then close your eyes again.”

Everything inside her yearned to throw her arms around him and drag him down against her, wrap her legs around him until he had nowhere to go but deep inside her. She suspected, however, that only obedience would get her the release of tension she needed.

Slowly, she closed her eyes.

Like a drowning man, Rafe sank into the depths of her mouth and began to kiss her as if she was the sweetest treat in the world. Ecstasy frothed inside her as he licked at her lower lip, swirled his tongue through her mouth. He groaned into her, tunneled his fingers through her curls, held her close.

Urgency surged inside her as he mastered her mouth, kiss by endless kiss. Every sweep of his lips over hers brought new heat, new need. She arched into him, silently pleading for more. Rafe denied her. The anticipation built, the knot in her belly tightening.

Then he moved to her left. She heard something tear and
peeked in time to see him rolling a condom over his thick erection, starting with the engorged purple head, then down his long, vein-bulging length. Seeing his flesh in his own hand somehow aroused her.

He settled his weight over her again, taking her hips in his grip, thumbs stealing back to her wet vagina again, raking gently over her clit. On instinct, she spread her legs even wider in invitation. Her orgasm teetered again, right on the brink.

Then she felt the head of his penis at her entrance. He waited a heartbeat, two. “Now open your eyes.”

His intimate whisper reached into Kerry and turned her inside out. As she looked into his compelling silver eyes, burning with demand, desire, edged in tenderness, she melted.

“I’m sorry,” he rasped.

“Why?”

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, Rafe drew his hips back, then plunged forward, inside her. Her virgin barrier gave way under the force of his thrust. A sharp pain ignited between her legs. With a cry, she tried to pull away. He clutched her hips, keeping her in place. Kerry gasped at the discomfort, but still he kept on, burrowing farther into her.