Breaking the Limits: Rafe & Nicole Book 2 (29 page)

‘Pay attention, Pussycat.’ He forced his cock higher, deeper, gaining her attention in one area at least. ‘I want you to say, I’m yours.’ And arching his back, he pushed into her that last shocking distance more where the world disappeared and the drama of life was purified into a single moment of all-consuming ecstasy.

‘Yes, oh God, oh God, oh God, I’m yours!’ Her rush of words rose into a wild cry as her orgasm slammed through her body, clawed through her senses, jolted her brain with such intense, unbridled pleasure that her cry at the end turned into a shrill, ear-piercing shriek.

A few moments later, his ears ringing, a smile on his face, Rafe released her braid, bent his head, lowered his mouth to her, whispered, ‘Thank you,’ and kissed her slowly as though committing the satisfying moment to memory. Then, no longer prey to inchoate resentments, he lifted his head, brushed Nicole’s flushed cheek with the back of his fingers and smiled a warm, unhurried smile. ‘Now, how many more times would you like to come?’

‘God, you’re a Neanderthal. Although,’ she murmured, with a flicker of a grin, still drifting in a soft, sensual daze, ‘that’s not all bad. And I’ll let you know when I’ve had enough, okay?’

He laughed. ‘My darling no-limit girl.’

Moving her hips gently, she winked. ‘So, I’m getting my way?’

‘Absolutely,’ he said, his smile brilliant.
And I’m getting mine.

Rafe brought her up to climax so fast, she gasped and was still basking in the tremulous afterglow when he fell back on the bed, rolled her under him without dislodging himself and took them both over the edge that time with the practised virtuosity of a man who’d done this once or twice before. Her fourth and fifth orgasm followed in quick succession, the fifth for both of them again and still on a roll, it took a few moments before he registered that the pounding on his chest was Nicole’s fist. He looked down. ‘What?’

‘Do you mind?’

His heart was hammering like a son-of-a-bitch, his dick was rock hard, his libido was telling him two weeks had been way the hell too long; he needed a second to replay her question in his mind. Didn’t help. ‘What the hell does that mean?’ he muttered, balancing lightly above her, trying his damnedest to be polite.

‘It means I’d like to introduce myself. Nicole Parrish and you are?’

He locked it down in a nanosecond, rolled off her and lay in a sprawl, breathing hard. ‘I know who you are,’ he said to the ceiling.

Sitting up, she stared at him. ‘Then I suppose the next question is: do you care who I am?’

He turned his head and tried not to look at her awesome boobs. ‘Jesus, Tiger, give me a break. I missed you like hell, okay? It’s been at least two shitty weeks and you said no limits. So you changed your mind, I get it. We could reschedule and watch TV if we had one.’

‘You’re pissed.’

‘You stopped me at a fucking inconvenient time.’

‘Sorry.’ It was going to take her a while to forget the scores of women with Rafe in all the tabloid photos, like he was going to have to forget about the guy she’d kissed. But at least his explanation for his non-stop screwing agenda made sense. ‘Let me make it up to you.’

‘It’s okay,’ he grunted. ‘I’ll live.’ But a moment later, he felt her fingers trace a slow path up his dick and living became a whole lot better. Then he felt her lips slid over the head of his erection, brush over the swollen, sensitive rim and the world turned golden. His fingers threaded lightly through her hair as she drew his rigid dick into her mouth and every muscle in his body relaxed.

When she heard his soft sigh, she almost stopped to ask, ‘Feeling good?’ But obviously he
was
feeling good, so she concentrated instead on seeing how much of his fine tattoo she could swallow. Considering the huge un-inked crest of his erection was an added extra to the colourful artwork sliding toward her throat, she remembered it was half at best. In his more-bossy-than-usual mood tonight, she thought about asking him if half was okay but decided against it. He was kinda softly purring now, the throaty resonance coming from deep in his chest, so everything was probably going well for him. Such a nice sound; she hadn’t heard it before; part growl, part mellow. Like a big jungle cat having his dick sucked. She’d have to ask him about that feeling later too. Really, she had a ton of questions. But, right now, she’d better concentrate. He’d just made her come five times. The least she could do was pay him back once.

Wait
,
what?
He was slowly unbraiding her hair. Talk about multi-tasking, because he was beginning to breathe hard now too, and his stomach muscles were doing that little flutter that meant he was getting where he wanted to go. Okay, now, take a big breath, relax, see how deep you can take him.

She choked.

He laughed. ‘Thanks for trying, Pussycat.’

She looked up at him, mouth full, her brows raised halfway between a query and a frown. But then he slid his hands over her cheeks gently and set the pace. In her current accommodating mood, she jettisoned all irrelevant thoughts, and paid close attention to the rhythm. There was another question she’d have to ask later. Did he have a preference?

It was fortunate she didn’t ask because Rafe couldn’t have said – twenty or so out of fifty or more options. He also couldn’t have said he really didn’t care one way or the other. He absolutely could not have said there had been a woman once in Japan he’d never forget. But the Japanese experience had been about technique not love. Nicole did this for love and that made it the best ever.

He said as much afterward. Then he lifted her up on his chest and added, ‘You didn’t have to swallow. I wouldn’t have minded.’

‘I wanted to,’ she replied, smiling with a trickle of cum on her chin.

He found some towels stacked under the bedside table, wiped her mouth, wiped himself, pulled her back into his arms and said, ‘Seriously, that was stellar, Pussycat. Thanks so much.’

‘You’re welcome.’ Her smile was sunny and warm. ‘It was my fault you were left, well . . .’

‘Not a problem. We have a lifetime to figure out who likes what, when. Yeah?’

She nodded, the solid feel of his hard, muscled body beneath her, his strong arms holding her close, was unalloyed happiness. Life was sweet. ‘Tell me we can just stay here for ever,’ she whispered. ‘Like for a thousand million years.’

He smiled. ‘Whatever you want, Pussycat, it’s yours.’ He could do that too; he could give her anything. ‘For instance,’ he added, softly, brushing her lower lip with his finger, ‘whenever you’re rested up, just let me know. It’s your turn again if you’re interested.’

Was he a mind-reader or what? ‘You don’t have to.’

He laughed. ‘Jesus, so polite. What happened with, “Hey, it’s my turn first”?’

‘It’s just that you’re making a lot more changes for me than I am for you. I feel I should be more appreciative and understanding.’

‘If making changes is code for all the women, forget it. You found me or I found you and I couldn’t be happier. You know how close we were to never meeting?’ He held up his hand, his thumb and forefinger only a sliver apart. ‘Like that. I was getting bored that day at the party. There was a good chance I would have gone ashore within the hour. You saved me and I’ll be forever grateful.’

She smiled. ‘So I’m your angel of mercy?’

‘No, you’re my pain-in-the-ass angel, but I love you for it. You make my life interesting in a whole lot of good ways,’ he added, reminded of the various ways his life was
interesting
in negative terms – his recent trip to Thailand a case in point. ‘So what do you say? Feel like screaming the house down?’

‘How did you know?’

He grinned. ‘It’s a gift.’

Much later, after numerous orgasms, after an impressive recitation of Hafiz poetry, they were lying in bed, the debris of the picnic food Rafe had ordered, as well as an empty bottle of sparkling wine and a half-drunk bottle of Macallan pushed to the foot of the bed.

‘Happy, happy?’ Rafe murmured, holding her in the crook of his arm.

‘Times a gazillion,’ Nicole whispered, reaching up to brush his cheek.

‘More.’ Contentment echoed in Rafe’s voice.

A small silence fell.

‘What about children?’

No matter Nicole’s voice was pitched low, it burned into Rafe’s brain like white fire. He tensed. ‘What do you mean, what about children?’

She moved a little, propped her chin on his chest. ‘That’s not an answer. That’s another question.’

‘I don’t know how to answer.’ He remembered Carlos asking about children. Maybe he should have read the dossiers on Nicole that Gora and Carlos had assembled. On the other hand, he was the last person in the world who wanted to dwell on the past. Count his goddamn blessings, that was his mantra.

‘Come on, relax,’ Nicole said. A tiny smile. ‘You must have some opinion.’

Relax, my ass.
‘How about I don’t want to think about it?’

‘Then the decision is mine?’

‘No, I didn’t say that.’ He felt like he was walking a tightrope without a net. ‘Look, we have a wedding to plan. First things first, okay?’

Epilogue

Paris, the night before the wedding

Rafe sat up in bed and stared at Nicole. ‘You could have told me what you were going to do,’ he said, trying to keep the fury from his voice.

Nicole came up on one elbow and stared right back. ‘You might have said no.’

‘Damn right I would have.’ He jerked the sheet up over her nakedness; his life was being blown to shit. He didn’t need the distraction.

‘Then see. I was right.’

His nostrils flared. ‘As in?’

‘
As in
I wouldn’t be pregnant if I’d told you I was going off my birth control.’

He was trying hard to hold it together, but he felt the world shifting under his feet. ‘Jesus, are we ready for this?’

‘I am.’ Nicole’s voice was smooth and easy, like her smile. ‘And you don’t have to do anything. Your job is done.’

He lifted one brow. ‘You gonna eat me now like some of those insects do?’

‘I could eat you if you like,’ she said with a flirtatious little grin.

His hooded gaze darkened. ‘Don’t fuck with me. I’m not in the mood.’

‘I’m sorry,’ she said, unintimidated. ‘But you never would have said yes. You’ve lived a different life. Children weren’t something you’d miss. They’d never been part of your world. You know I’m right.’

He was watching her, cool and unblinking. ‘Out of curiosity. Why didn’t you wait until after the wedding?’

‘You mean once I’d snared you?’

‘Yeah, that’s what I meant.’

Her eyebrows pulled together just a touch. ‘Let me ask you this? Do you love me less now that you know?’

He took his time before he answered; you could practically see the struggle going on. ‘No.’

‘Then there’s something else I have to tell you.’

His head came up as if he scented danger. ‘Are you okay? I mean other than . . .’ He jabbed a finger toward her stomach.

‘I’m fine, but . . .’ She took a small breath, then sat up.

He didn’t even notice the sheet falling away; his pulse was spiking, his heart suddenly drumming in his chest. Something
was
wrong. What if he lost her? He couldn’t bear it. His life would be over. Scooping her up in his arms, he dropped her on his lap and held her close. ‘Whatever it is, we’ll deal with it,’ he said, soft and low. ‘I won’t let anything happen to you. Just tell
—
’

She put a finger over his mouth to silence him. ‘It’s not me; this is about you and my fears. Ever since the night of Maddy’s birthday, I’ve lived in terror that you could be taken from me. You think you’re indestructible, that you can handle any crisis that comes your way, but I wasn’t so sure.’ The words were tumbling out in a rush, as if she’d been holding them back a long time. ‘I was selfish. I wanted your child so even if, God forbid, something happened to you, I’d still have part of you. Don’t tell me I shouldn’t feel this way because I do. It’s not something you can talk yourself out of. So there.’ She sucked in a breath. ‘That’s my reason for not telling you before.’ She stared at him, her blue gaze straight on. ‘And if you don’t want to marry me, I understand.’

‘There’s not a chance in hell you’re getting out of this marriage,’ Rafe said, brusquely. ‘You can forget about that.’ He shut his eyes for a second, took a hard in-breath through his nose, sorted through the tumult in his brain, finally got a grip on the I-can’t-believe-this-is-happening. She was and always would be the only person he loved with every fibre of his being. He moved his hand down to her stomach and gently spread his fingers over the beginnings of a new life. ‘So we made a baby,’ he said, a touch of wonder slowly rising in his voice. ‘How about that?’

She watched him, her eyes wary. ‘You sure you don’t mind?’

He shook his head. ‘I’ve loved you from the first time I saw you. I’ll always love you.’

‘Me
and
the baby – both of us, right?’ She was less uncertain now, a dawning happiness in her eyes; he’d said he’d always love her.

‘Yes, both of you,’ he said, his voice deep and sure, his large hand warm on her stomach. ‘How much time before
—
’

‘You’re a daddy?’ Her smile was sunshine bright. ‘Eight months. So you have plenty of time to get used to the idea.’

‘You’ll have to help me out,’ he said, with a wry twitch of his mouth. ‘I’ve had zero role models.’

‘You’re so good with Titus. It’s the same thing, only you have to be a little more careful when the baby’s tiny.’ She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. ‘I’m so excited! Tell me you’re excited too! You are, aren’t you?’

He adored her full steam ahead persona, the one that assumed the world shared her enthusiasm. ‘I’m getting more excited by the minute,’ he said, only half teasing. The thought of Nicole having his baby was like staring out the window and suddenly seeing a new world: the sun warmer, the grass greener, the sky bluer. His child would be loved unconditionally; he’d make sure of it. ‘I’ll try to be a good father,’ he said, quietly.

Immune to his reservations, she spoke with jubilation. ‘You’re going to be just perfect!’ Then she laughed, a little breathless sound. ‘May I announce the baby at the wedding reception? Say you don’t mind,’ she added without waiting for his answer. ‘I’m just over the moon happy and I want everyone to share in our joy.’

He smiled. ‘I don’t mind. Say the word and we’ll have fireworks to celebrate.’

‘Really?’ she said, her eyes huge. ‘Can you do that in the city?’

She took such pleasure in life; she’d even taken charge of her fear and had his baby. She loved him and for that he’d give her the world. Fireworks were nothing. Short notice if he needed permits for tomorrow, but make a few calls – the mayor of Paris, the president of France if necessary. ‘If you want fireworks, Pussycat,’ he said, calmly, ‘piece of cake. I’ll arrange it.’