Too Close To The Fire/Too Hot To Handle (Montana Men 3) (21 page)

Rafe
scraped the sensitive tissue with his teeth, applied gentle bites that left her
gasping. She clawed his shoulders. “Don’t…stop.
Ooh
, don’t stop.
Mmmm.
That’s good. That’s…
great
.”

Oh,
Jesus. She couldn’t climax again. Not this soon. But her body was no longer her
own. The second orgasm ripped through her, as hot and violent as the first.
Lacey couldn’t hold back the explosions of pleasure. Her body responded to his
long, slow licks and there was nothing she could do except enjoy the delicious
ride he was taking her on.

Slowly,
Rafe raised his head and locked his gaze with hers. His eyes glowed with
forbidden heat. The hue darkened to intense blue flames that promised her
pleasure and delivered on the promise. His hard hands pushed her thighs wider and
he bent down, pushed his tongue inside her and slowly slid it in and out. Rafe
took his time, tasting, licking, and nibbling.

Lacey screamed
with each explosive climax that racked her body. Her body vibrated like a
finely strung violin. When Rafe lifted his head again, his lips glistened with
her juices. Her breasts heaved with ragged breaths. Weak and drained, she
barely found the strength to lift her head.

“I
have no intention of stopping anytime soon,” he said, licking his lips. “Hold
onto me and enjoy.”

She
bucked wildly beneath the expert licks. His tongue penetrated her steamy
channel and explored each silken crevice. He captured her clit and sucked
gently. Like a wild, tumultuous river, she rode the rapids into one violent
orgasm after another and still he didn’t stop. Lacey met the hard stabs of his
tongue, clawed wildly at his shoulders while her body came alive for the first
time in months.

Electrical
bolts shot through her, scalding her blood. It was like riding a live wire over
the edge of a water fall. Her nerves jolted. Something elemental filled her,
until she was too weak to move.

She
lay there stretched out before him like a banquet, too limp and exhausted to
draw the next breath. Her pulse pounded. Her heart slammed violently. All she
could do was sob with the intense pleasure he gave her.

When
he crawled on top of her, she circled his hard waist with her legs. His gaze
settled on the concave of her belly, where a tattoo of a tiny red and blue
butterfly rested near her right hipbone.

Rafe
traced an unsteady fingertip along the butterfly’s delicate wings. “These are
the kind of secrets I want to discover about you, Lace. I want to learn what
you like when I touch you. I want to know what it takes to make you tremble in
my arms.”

“I
think you just spent the last half hour discovering something I like,” she said
breathlessly.

He
laughed softly. His eyes sparkled with amusement. “I want to know all your
secrets, feel you shudder beneath me as I surge deep inside you.” He pressed
his face against her belly and licked the tattoo. “I never thought I’d ever get
to love you.”

Lacey
trembled. “You love me well,” she said on a breathless note.

“I
intend to.” He touched his tongue to her belly button, dipped inside, then
slowly cupped her mound. Gently, he parted her slick nether lips, nudged her
thighs apart. Rafe closed a meaty fist around his cock and guided the broad
head to the mouth of her hot, inviting channel. “I intend to love you so damn
well you’ll never want me to go away.”

Her
inner muscles clamped around the sleek, thick knob of his cock like velvet
steel. He pushed deeper, then stopped and moaned. “Jesus, you’re a tight fit,
sweetheart.” He pulled out of her, wiped the moisture off the sleek head of his
cock with his fingertip and rubbed it inside her. “Open a little wider for me.”

Lacey
dug her fingers in his hair. His eyes, such a piercing blue, blazed with wicked
fire. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m just trying to make it easier for you. I
don’t want to hurt you.”

“We’ll
do it,” she whispered huskily.

His
cheekbones were stretched tight. His chest heaved with short, ragged bursts.
Rafe pushed the head of his cock inside the opening of her sleek channel again.
His big body shook, and she knew his control had to be stretched to the limit.

Lacey
licked her lips. “I—” She glanced down and bit her bottom lip when she saw how
far he had yet to go to be fully inside her. “Oh, God, I…just go easy.”

Rafe
lifted his head. “We don’t have to do this.”

“I
want you to make love to me. I want to feel all of you inside me.”

His
eyes darkened with emotion, he nodded. Rafe cupped her hips and with exquisite
slowness worked his shaft deeper inside her.

“Rafe,”
she said breathlessly. Her inner muscles parted layer by layer, stretched
beyond their limit. Lacey twisted her head from side to side as he slid in a
little deeper. “Oh, Jesus. I can’t—”

“Sssh. Sssh.
Relax. Don’t tense so much.
There. A little more.” He wiggled his hips. “A little more. More.”

Lacey
groaned and clawed his shoulders. “I can’t—”

“Shit!
Okay.” Rafe took a deep breath
and shuddered. “God, I can’t believe you’re so small.”

Reluctantly,
he eased nearly all the way out of her, then pushed gradually, working a bit
deeper, stretching her slowly until she thought she’d be torn asunder.

Lacey
lifted her hips to ease his entry, but still, he wasn’t inside her.

Rafe
groaned. He withdrew a third time, locked his fingers around her knees, and
spread her thighs wider. “Hold on.” This time, he didn’t hesitate, he drove
into her, hard, fast, deep, and buried to the hilt.

Lacey
gasped at the depth of his penetration.
“Ahh!”

Dear
God, her inner muscles quivered with the strain. Her body jerked. Tears seeped
down the corners of her eyes.

Rafe
kissed her eyelids. “I’m sorry. I thought it might be easier for you if I did
it faster, rather than slower.” He rested his forehead against hers. “Jesus,
that took some doing. Are you okay?”

She
nodded and wiggled her hips. “Do you always have this much trouble fitting
inside a woman?”

Rafe
groaned. “Yes. Sometimes. No, sweetheart. You’re exceptionally small, a petite
woman in every way.” He pumped his hips, moved slowly, then shuddered. “God,
you feel good. Soft. Warm.”

He
set a lazy rhythm. Rafe captured her nipples and treated them to the pleasures
of his mouth. Nuzzling her throat, he suckled the tender flesh there. Lacey
sighed. It had been so long—too long since she’d been this loved.

Rafe
trailed a string of butterfly kisses across her face until he reached the other
side of the tender flesh just below her left ear. Once there, he nuzzled and
licked and kissed her until she thrashed beneath him.

“God,
Lace.” He shuddered with each deep penetration. “I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Then
don’t,” she said breathlessly, arching her hips to meet the deep drive of his
cock. “Don’t.”

Rafe
drove into her. He felt rock hard inside her. The table was rock hard beneath
her, and she felt as if she’d crashed through heaven’s gate on the tail of a
comet. He took her higher and higher, lifted her to the stars, and slowly
brought her to earth again.

Lacey
gasped, amazed at the exquisite torture of his loving—he was both rough and
gentle, and his deep penetrations were hot and powerful. He took care that she
was limp with satisfaction before he drove deep inside her the final time,
threw back his head, ground his teeth together, and groaned with the powerful
release that shook his body.

She
locked her legs tighter around his hips and held him close, held him tight, and
took the warm, wet pulses of his semen jetting inside her. She thought they
must have dozed for a few minutes, because the next thing she knew, Rafe was
carrying her down the hall toward the guest bathroom.

Gingerly,
he lowered her to her feet, leaned around her, and twisted the faucet. He set
the controls to ultra warm and guided her into the shower.

There,
he shoved her urgently against the wall, lifted her and impaled her in one deep
thrust. “Ride me,” he whispered. “Like you did in the barn today. Ride me. Fast.
Hard. Jesus! Like that, honey. Exactly like that. Don’t stop.”

There
was nothing gentle about his loving this time. He bit her nipples, then soothed
the sharp stings with his tongue. He held her head against the wall and buried
his tongue in her mouth like he buried his cock over and over in her hot
channel. He touched her everywhere. His fingers slid along her clit, teasing.
Tormenting. A harsh groan ripped past his lips. Rafe thrust faster. Deeper. His
need for her was overwhelming, a bit rough, and oh, so incredible.

Lacey
screamed as a violent climax rippled through her body. In seconds, Rafe
unleashed what small control he had left, pumped his hips savagely, stiffened
and poured his scorching essence inside her. His chest heaved, but he remained
buried deep inside her. Lacey thought her knees might buckle if he pulled out
of her. He squeezed her breasts, ignoring the fact the water had turned icy.

“I’m
not finished here,” he whispered against her mouth. “I’m nowhere near finished
here.”

Lacey
locked her fingers in the hair at his nape. “Neither am I.”

“Good.”
He anchored his mouth to hers and started over.

Sometime
after ten, Rafe dried her off and carried her to the guest bedroom, to his bed,
the one he always slept in when he was here. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

“Where
are you going?”

“It’s
Christmas. I have a present for you under the tree.”

Lacey
bit her lip. “Bring back the one I wrapped for you. It’s toward the back of the
tree, a rectangular package in green and white paper.”

Rafe
nodded and headed out the door.

Lacey
eyed his ass and sighed. A fine ass it was, too, but not nearly as delicious as
the package up front. She moaned and eyed the reddish bruises popping up on her
thighs and breasts. God, she ached all over. The marathon of sex they’d shared
in the shower had been rough and wildly satisfying—she wanted more.

“Here.”
Rafe handed her a small package wrapped in red paper. A delicate white bow
perched on top of it. “Open it,” he said softly.

Lacey
nodded, tore off the wrapping and flipped open the top of the dark blue velvet
box. Her breath caught in her throat. Inside the box lay an exquisite diamond-shaped
heart suspended from a fine gold chain. Inside the heart, a smaller one dangled,
outlined in rubies and the center filled with sapphires.

“Oh,
my God, Rafe.” Tears filled her eyes. “It’s stunning. I can’t accept something
this expensive. You shouldn’t have bought something so…”

“Perfect
for you?” He fastened the chain around her throat. The heart fell flawlessly
between her breasts. “Our hearts joined as one,” he said quietly and traced the
outer edge of the larger heart with an unsteady fingertip. “I knew it would
fall right here, between your breasts…always. Promise me you’ll never take it
off.”

Lacey
could barely see him through the blur of her tears. “I swear.” She cleared her
throat. “Open your gift. I spent weeks searching for it.”

Rafe
ripped off the big green bow and, laughing, stuck it to the top of her head. He
shredded the paper and tore open the box.
“Sonofabitch!”
He whistled, a soft low sound, and lifted the colt .45 out of the box and
stared at it. “Where on earth did you find this? It’s the…I knew there was a
twin….” His voice trailed away. “You heard me tell Danger I’d been searching
for it for years?”

She
nodded. “I have a friend who has a friend. We tracked it down…” She grinned.
“Do you like it?”

“Like
it? Sweetheart, I’ll treasure it always. You have no idea how happy you’ve made
me.” He settled her onto his lap and kissed her. “This has been the best
Christmas I’ve ever had.” He cupped her breasts, lowered his head and suckled
the tight nipples. Slowly, he raised his head and searched her eyes. “I love
you, Lace. Thank you for making me happy tonight, for making me complete.”

Kissing
led to more touching and exploring each other’s bodies. Lacey didn’t know how
much time passed, hours or minutes. It didn’t matter. Rafe took his time loving
her.

He
helped her onto her hands and knees and covered her from behind. Plunging a
finger inside her, he eased back and teased her clit, toyed with the aching nub
until she bucked wildly against his straining cock. He entered her, a long,
slow filling of her sensitive channel, and rocked them both to a swift climax.

Lacey
collapsed on her stomach, her breaths labored. Exhausted, her body felt
replete. Every muscle felt limp and loose, as if she’d been too long inside a
sauna or hot tub. Rafe fell down beside her on his back, his dark head on a
pillow, his own breathing as ragged as hers. “I’m not finished,” he said,
repeating the words he’d said to her in the shower earlier.

She
giggled. Something she hadn’t done in many months. “Are you going to get
finished with me tonight?”

“Not
even close,” he said, pushing her hair behind her ears. “I’ll never get
finished with you, Lace. If my damn dick will stay hard, I plan on being inside
you until dawn.”

“I
need to rest. My muscles feel like mushy noodles.”

“Sleep
on top of me,” he said quietly. “I want to feel you on top of me all night.”

Lacey
crawled onto him and rested her head on his wide chest.

“No,”
he said softly, “like this.” He lifted her enough to slide his cock inside her,
then let her body settle on top of his. “From now on, this is where Junior sleeps.
When you’re near, he gets to soak inside you.”

Lacey
snickered. “You’re crazy.”

“Crazy
about you. God, Lacey, I’m love you. There isn’t a part of me that ache for you.
I wanted to fuck you, true, but that’s not all I want from you. I want to own
your heart.” He smiled, a sad twist to his masculine lips. I want to hold you
in my heart forever.” Rafe ran his fingers through her tangled hair. “Will you
give it to me? Your heart? I’ll take care of it for you. I swear.”