Breaking the Limits: Rafe & Nicole Book 2 (12 page)

Rafe nodded. ‘Simon’s right behind us. Long wait to take off?’

‘Fifteen minutes. Your meeting went OK?’

‘Done deal, that’s all that matters.’ He held Davey’s gaze. ‘It’s always a pissing contest with Hugo. We’re going to take it easy now,’ he said, turning to smile at Nicole before glancing back at Davey. ‘We’ll see you in Split.’

‘There’s a fresh bottle of Macallan in your bedroom.’

Rafe smiled. ‘You anticipate me.’

‘Remember I saw Hugo in action in Deauville. Figured you might need it.’

A steward stood beside the door to Rafe’s suite of rooms. ‘Your breakfast is on the table. The buffet is for Miss Parrish.’

‘Thanks Konsta.’

‘If you need anything
—
’

‘We’ll manage, thanks. A little peace and quiet is on my agenda. Unless you want something special to eat?’ Rafe said, turning to Nicole.

She shook her head.

The steward leaned over and opened the door.

Rafe waved Nicole in, followed her and the door shut behind them with a soft click.

‘Your staff all look . . . solid. Dependable.’
Capable of snapping someone’s neck.

‘They are,’ Rafe replied in a cursory way, surveying the array of breakfast choices on the table as he shrugged out of his suit coat. ‘Would you like to eat first?’

‘Have you always had bodyguards?’

His gaze swiveled back. ‘I’m sorry. Would you like Konsta to stay out of sight? It’s not a problem.’ He tossed his coat on a chair and began unbuttoning his shirt.

‘No, he’s fine. I was just wondering.’

‘My mother hired Carlos when I was twelve. So yeah, since then, I’ve always had bodyguards.’ When he’d taken possession of his grandfather’s trust at sixteen, he’d begun hiring his own men. A flash of a smile. ‘I’m waiting to hear what normal people do on a normal day – people without bodyguards.’ He slid his shirt off and dropped it on top of his suit coat. ‘Feel like grounding me in a more benign reality?’

‘Sure.’ She gave her head a little shake. ‘Although I’m not sure you’ll relate to it very much,’ she noted, kicking off her sandals. ‘Are you going to eat or do I have to hurry?’ She pointed at her dress.

‘No rush.’ He smiled. ‘I’m just getting comfortable so you can tell me about your life back home in San Francisco. Why don’t you eat? I’ll have a drink. Let me help you with your zipper,’ he added, abstractly, as though operating on dual streams of consciousness. Without waiting for an answer, he turned her around and unzipped her dress. As his fingers slid over the soft curve of her spine, he suddenly came to his senses. His adrenalin pumping furiously, he stepped back from the deep, dark lure of mindless lust.

She turned around, surprised at his withdrawal. ‘You OK?’

‘I will be.’ His voice was tense, barely under control. ‘Talk to me while I have a drink or two.’ He touched her arm lightly, just two fingers. ‘I’ll calm down. Seeing Hugo stirs up a lot of shitty memories,’ he said, rather than try and explain to her the truly messed up mysteries of his life.

He watched her slide her dress off her shoulders, down her hips, followed the yellow fabric as it slid to the floor, then looked up and smiled. As always, the word ‘stunning’ came to mind when he saw her nude, or semi-nude, wearing only tiny, white, lace panties. ‘There you go. The perfect refocus.’ He held out his hand. ‘Come on. Let’s get some food and take it into the bedroom. I’ll watch you eat, then you can take my mind off my troubles.’

‘You should eat something, too.’

‘OK.’

‘Wow. Am I in charge today?’

‘Aren’t you always?’

She laughed. ‘You must want me bad.’

‘I always do. No surprise today. But seriously, eat something first. We have a couple hours.’

Nicole selected a small quiche with sausage and herbs, a bowl of strawberries and a mango smoothie. ‘How did the steward know I like smoothies?’

Rafe looked up, a tray of toast squares topped with caviar in his hand. ‘Want me to ask Konsta?’

She rolled her eyes. ‘Everyone just takes care of you?’

He didn’t want to argue so he didn’t say that he oversaw six homes with staff around the world, not to mention offices in Geneva, London, and Mumbai. ‘I guess I’m just lucky.’ He smiled and half lifted his hand toward the double doors into his bedroom. ‘Might I interest you in a more comfortable locale? One closer to my whiskey? Here, give me your smoothie. I’ll carry it.’

Moments later, Rafe had finished undressing; Nicole’s panties came off with a couple wiggles of her hips and they were settled on his bed. Nicole sat cross-legged in the centre, her plate in her lap, her smoothie on the bedside table next to Rafe’s Macallan. Rafe rested against the padded red linen headboard in close proximity to his whiskey. He’d downed two glasses more quickly than the fine liquor warranted, then pointed at the tray of caviar on toast beside him on the bed. ‘Want some?’

‘No thanks. I don’t have your patrician tastes.’

He smiled. ‘It’s healthy. Does that mitigate your sense of affront?’

‘Since that – ’ she pointed at his rampant dick and grinned – ’seems to be particularly healthy, and I want it, consider me completely respectful of your food choices.’

He laughed. ‘So that’s what keeps you in line.’

‘Hey!’

He shrugged, beyond contention, the two quick drinks mellowing his mood. ‘Relax, pussycat. Finish eating and he’s all yours.’

As the plane suddenly began to lift, Rafe quickly grabbed the half-drunk smoothie and his bottle, stretched his leg out to stabilize Nicole in the centre of the bed and smiled. ‘Thanks for coming along. You’re my escape from reality.’

She smiled back. ‘Anytime. Or should I be honest and say try and leave me behind and see what happens?’

He chuckled. ‘You know for all our arguing, you’re calming as hell. I don’t have to wonder what you’re thinking or planning, what you want from me. You don’t have a manipulative bone in your body.’

‘What’s the point?’

He didn’t answer for a fraction of a second, the point crystal clear to the hundreds of women before her: money, sex, and a princely lifestyle. ‘Thanks,’ he said, simply. ‘And once we stop climbing, I’ll show you how grateful I am.’

‘One, one-thousand, two, one-thousand, three
—
’

He laughed. ‘So we better reach thirty-thousand feet soon?’ Leaning over, he hit a button on the bedside table with his elbow. ‘Hey, Davey, kick ass to level out.’

‘Roger that. Hang on.’

Rafe hit the button again and smiled. ‘It won’t be long now, pussycat. Put in your order.’

‘Jesus, you’re a bona fide plutocrat.’

‘And you’re the Princess of the Universe. We make a good pair.’

When the plane leveled out, Rafe rose from the bed, collected the plates and glasses, carried them into the adjoining room, set them on the table and on his return, locked the doors behind him. ‘Just in case,’ he said with a small smile.

The soft innuendo in his words shouldn’t trigger such an intense reaction. Although honestly that, together with him standing there looking like some Greek god, would make any girl pant. His tall, broad-shouldered body was sleek and hard, uber-toned, his flamboyant, vividly coloured erection ready to rock, the showy, engorged head sending a jolt of hot, wild need spiraling downward to flare through her sex. ‘Stand there for a second,’ she whispered.

He didn’t.

‘Hey, I’m putting in my order! You said.’

The little shake in her voice, her pouty bottom lip was powerful incentive to his libido, perhaps a reason too for politesse. Coming to a stop, he thought he’d have to lick that pretty, pink lip to begin with, then see if the agitation in her voice meant she was already wet for him. ‘You first, then me, OK? We’ll take turns. Hey,’ he said with a grin. ‘My face is up here.’

Her gaze came up. ‘So?’

He fought a smile; fuck if he didn’t like her all edgy and needy. ‘So I thought you were going to tell me about your life in San Francisco?’

‘Later.’ She flopped back on the bed, held her hands up and wiggled her fingers.

He did laugh that time as he moved toward the bed. ‘Ever hear of foreplay, pussycat?’

‘That must be when you’re sliding your dick inside me. Hurry.’

She made the mistake of snapping her fingers. He skidded to a stop. ‘Seriously?’

She blinked. ‘What?’ The throbbing deep inside her was intense, ravenous, a major distraction.

Reaching the bed in two strides, he leaned over, pushed her legs open and tapped her clit sharply.

Her eyes flared wide, she sucked in a breath, although with the tiny little explosions lingering in the aftermath of Rafe’s electrifying touch surging through her like molten star bursts, it was impossible to take offense. ‘Did you say something?’ she breathed.

‘You snapped your fingers at me. You do that a lot with the guys you’re fucking?’

‘I’m sorry.’ She could feel her heart beat pulse through her aching clit, quivering desire slide up her throbbing pussy. ‘Did I do that?’

His lashes lowered faintly and his voice took on an edge. ‘Have you?’

Her gaze was focused on his rampant dick, her brain was pretty much on the same target, but the little twitch of impatience in his voice broke through her sensual haze. ‘Whatever you think I did, I didn’t, OK? Or if I did I’m sorry.’ She looked up and smiled just a little. ‘I’ve apologized more to you than anyone – ever. Does that help?’

He slowly exhaled, nodded, then sat down on the bed and touched her cheek with his fingertips. ‘It’s always more complicated with you. Raw, urgent. It freaks me out, that’s all.’ He smiled and his voice softened. ‘So first, how about we work on your idea of foreplay, then we’ll practice mine.’

He was, she thought, beautiful beyond belief. Reaching up, she took his face in her hands and drew him down.

Leaning forward, he wondered how life suddenly could change so every kiss became incalculably meaningful. He’d never done much kissing. It was too personal or maybe too clichéd for the games he’d played. And now strangely he felt like a poet, wanting to leave a record to the world of each, tender, passionate, heart-stopping kiss.

She kissed him sweetly, lightly, brushing his lower lip with the tip of her tongue.

He angled his head, met the fullness of her mouth with the barest whisper of pressure.

Then she gave a low groan, slid her fingers through his slicked-back hair, hauled him closer and shoved her tongue into his mouth – forcing the pace.

And in case he hadn’t noticed, she hissed, ‘Hurry, hurry.’

‘Yes, ma’am,’ he said, half-smiling, thinking maybe soulmates wasn’t just an empty phrase. In a smooth, lithe ripple of bicep muscles and upper body strength, he swung between her legs, positioned his cock in the slick crease of her pussy and pushed in smoothly. She was tight. He was big. A perfect fit when it came to flame-hot sensation.

He glided into her lush heat slowly, deliberately, her body yielding by exquisite degrees until he was fully inside, she was gasping softly and ‘die of pleasure’ bliss was torching their brains.

Then he slid his hands under her ass, dragged her hard into his stiff cock, felt the shudder slide up her spine and arching his back, whispered, ‘Open your legs wider. Wider.’ Flexing his powerful thighs, he plunged forward, drove in hilt deep and firmly lodged, murmured, velvety and low, ‘Feel that?’

She moaned long and low as pleasure flooded her pussy, curled her toes, set every nerve in her body alight. She even thought about answering him for a brief lucid moment before he gently rocked from side to side, bliss engulfed her and she purred instead.

Best of times, he thought. He was going to fuck her until he couldn’t move; that’s how good it was.

She felt him begin to withdraw and whimpered. But the slow, compelling pressure of his stiff dick on her G-spot added an instant dimension of complete adoration to her mind set and trembling, she arched up to preserve the delirium. ‘Oh God, oh God, oh GOD . . . ’ It was half-cry, half-sigh and unwilling to relinquish the sweet-as-candy enchantment, she ran her hands down his back, and pressed down hard at the base of his spine to hold him in place. ‘Don’t move, don’t
—
hey!’

‘No stopping now . . . pussycat,’ he whispered, ‘when you’re all nice and wet.’ And easily breaking her grasp, he began moving inside her slowly, smooth as silk, penetrating her glossy heat in long, satisfying strokes, withdrawing languidly, building the pleasure in a leisurely thrust and withdrawal, or aware of Nicole’s impatience, semi-leisurely. Feeling like he always did submerged in her soft, warm sex – insatiable.

She whimpered, the feel of him over her, in her,
filling
her, delirium bombarding her senses, the tension running through her body, hot and brilliant, coloring her world beautiful.

‘You my girl?’ His voice was low and gravelly against her ear as he forced his cock more deeply into her pussy.

He received a ragged groan for his answer and smiled. He liked when she was overwhelmed, liked how wet she got for him, how she trembled for him; how she was always hair-trigger ready.

How he could push her over the edge and she him with her cunt clenching him so tightly the friction was reaching maximum overload. He bit her neck softly, whispered, ‘Ready? Say yes.’

‘Yes, yes . . . yes, yes, yes,’ she panted in a try-and-stop-me frantic little rush.

She was and always had been his favorite wet dream. And she needed him as much as he needed her.

Sweet.

Adjusting his hands on her bottom for better leverage, he gently eased her closer, she gasped, his disreputable libido took note and his erection swelled in response. The current tight fit got tighter, the acute sense of fullness intensified, leaving them both teetering on the brink for a tumultuous moment before the shocking pleasure hit them full on. Raw and wondrous.

Chasing more of that wild, Richter-scale bliss, Rafe pushed into the-hottest-pussy-in-the-universe a riveting distance more, heard Nicole’s soft, feverish moan, felt his own seething rush of pleasure. Then because she was easily persuaded and he was good at persuading, or maybe because they were both on fire, he pressed in just a little deeper to that reckless point of no return.