Down on Her Knees

CHAPTER Eleven


She was so warm, so cozy, she didn’t want to move. But, damn, her back was getting stiff. She tried to roll to her belly, but the wall stopped her.

When the wall then inhaled and let out a slow breath, she froze.

Not a wall.

Rafe.

His arm tightened around her, and he grunted as her bottom lined up more fully with his hips.

She stared into the darkness, at a loss. Last she remembered, she’d drifted off on the couch with her feet on him. At some point, he must have fallen asleep as well, and somehow they’d wound up tangled together on the big sectional. Not that she was complaining. He felt amazing. Odd how she’d just gotten robbed, but with Rafe’s body spooned around hers, she’d never felt so safe.

“You awake?” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.

She wanted to lie. To lie there in the comfort of his sure embrace for a little longer before he pulled away. Instead, she nodded. “Yeah.” She swallowed hard and waited, but he didn’t move.

“You doing okay?”

She was doing fine, except that slow, sexy burn in her belly was starting to spread, the same as it did whenever he touched her. “Mm-hmm.”

“Good. You scared the shit out of me, you know.”

The admission shouldn’t have made her happy, but it so did. Pulse banging, she gave an experimental wriggle that brought their bottom halves in, snug. The long, thick evidence of his arousal branded her ass through the thin cotton of her scrubs and sent a thrill through her.

“Courtney,” he groaned, a warning in his voice.

“Rafe?” she responded boldly, not bothering to hide the challenge there. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once. She was taking a huge chance here. This wasn’t part of the deal, but there was nothing wrong with a little renegotiation.

After last night, it had become abundantly clear to her that when the chips were down, there was one person she’d wanted to call. Whether he was willing to admit it or not, this thing between them had already gone far deeper than just sex. It was time for her to start fighting for what she wanted.

He didn’t seem to need much coaxing at the moment, though. His hand trailed up from her hip, dragging her shirt with it. At some point in the night, she must have stripped off her bra and tossed it because when his warm palm covered her breast, it was flesh on flesh, and she gasped. Goose bumps broke out on her arms as his fingertips teased her while his teeth nipped her earlobe.

“That’s so nice,” she whispered, loving the delicious pull of need that accompanied his touch. The pace was slow, leisurely, like a long summer stroll in the sunshine. She rocked back against him and sighed. By the time he rolled her onto her back and slid her pants and underwear off, she was a mass of achy need. He stood, stripping off his own clothes, before lowering himself on top of her, wedging his muscular thigh between hers.

“Your skin is so soft,” he murmured as he slipped his hand over her stomach and lower. “And here. So wet. So welcoming.” He dipped between her folds to rub her center in slow, steady circles.

“So hot,” he groaned in a pained voice. “You make me crazy,” he murmured, his voice so full of longing, it was all the encouragement she needed.

She strained forward, biting her lip as the tension wound tighter and tighter.

His low whispers spurred her on, a climax glimmering on the horizon. She fluttered her hips helplessly, her motions almost frantic. So close… He flexed a finger deep inside her, sending her hurling off the precipice.

She came hard, shudders racking her body. Dimly, even as her muscles contracted and flexed, she realized he was leaving her, moving that delicious pressure. She wanted to cry out, to tell him she wasn’t done yet, but an instant later, words were impossible as he covered her body with his and slid his cock deep in one long thrust.

Aftershocks still tore through her and her inner walls clenched over him. The sensation was so sublime she could barely keep a thought in her head.

“That’s what I wanted to feel,” he said, his breathing so labored, it came out on a gasp. “Let me feel it again, love.”

His hand snaked between them, massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves again even as he worked his cock deeper, nudging against that spot deep inside her that made her shudder.

He played her like an instrument, and this time, they came together. It was slow and sweet, his name a murmured, breathy chant on her lips. She barely managed to bite back the one that kept reverberating in her head with every beat of her heart.

Don’t go.