Rafe tugged Penny close, swallowing her soft squeal with his mouth.
When he’d stepped into the shower, he’d pictured a scene close to this and thoughts of her watching him had instantly brought him to half-mast. After realizing his daydream had come to life and the woman herself stood on the other side of the shower door, there hadn’t been anything half-mast about his cock.
“This is going to be quick, Red. I don’t think I have it in me to do anything else.” He dragged his mouth down her neck, tweaking one rosebud nipple with one hand while laving the other with his tongue. A hand slipped into his hair, giving it a smarting tug that made his dick jump.
He chuckled against her breast, loving the way she let him know that she wasn’t quite done with his exploration just yet. That was fine with him. He took his time tasting, touching, tugging. When she was a quivering mess in his arms and he was about to explode, he turned her around and gently pressed her cheek-first into the cold tile.
Her heavy breaths matched his own as he slipped his hand between her legs, pushing first one finger into her dripping pussy and then a second. “Jesus. You’re so wet and ready.”
“Rafe,” she panted heavily. “Oh God. Now.”
Yes, now. Rafe couldn’t take too much more. He twisted his fingers, curving them until they hit her sweet spot. In and out, he pistoned his hand, giving an occasional caress to her enlarged clit. He kissed and nibbled the back of her neck, his days’ worth of stubble abrading her sensitive skin. And he loved it. He loved seeing and feeling the affect he had on her—each breath, each pant, each faint moan spurred him further.
“Rafe,” Penny’s husky voice groaned when, after three more thrusts, she came undone on his hand. Not letting her ride it out completely, he flung the shower door open and quickly grabbed a foil packet from his bag. He’d barely turned around when Penny tore the package from his fingers and glided the condom onto his thickened cock.
“I need to be inside you,” Rafe warned. “Right the fuck now.”
“Trust me—that’s what I’m working toward.” She grinned in response to his low growl.
Penny wrapped her legs around his waist. Pinning their hips against the wall, he thrust into her body as if their lives depended on it. There was no soft coupling. No holding back. He pounded her until it felt as if their bodies were joined as one solid form.
Her fingers clutched his shoulders. Head thrown back and looking fucking beautiful, she bucked into the movements that brought them closer. He fisted a hand into her damp hair, gently demanding her attention. “Eyes on me, Red. Don’t take them off for one damn second.”
“Rafe.”
“With me, baby. Right now.”
Her body began to pulse around him, dragging a groan from his lips and moving his hips even faster, and all the while, her gaze remained locked firmly on his. They came together, her pussy milking him in tandem with each one of his strong throbs. Intense. All consuming. And mind-numbing. Even when the last of the trembles subsided and he’d emptied himself into the condom, Rafe wanted to do it again. Christ, he never wanted to stop.
His watch beeped out a reminder. Sunset.
“Fuck,” Rafe cursed, dropping his forehead to hers as arousal slowly turned to wariness. Penny unraveled her legs from around his waist and slid her slick body down his.
He didn’t need to tell her what that alarm meant. He kissed her again, this time savoring the tangle of their tongues until his head began backstroking through an oxygen-deprived fog.
They dried and redressed in strained silence. The pensive look on her face nearly stripped him raw. Before she fully shut him out, he dragged her back into his arms for another hot melding of mouths.
“You better be really damned careful,” Penny whispered against his lips.
“Always,” Rafe promised.
And then the lights went out.
*
Penny paced the room, keeping track of time by the shortening of a candlewick. On each pass, nerves ate more of her stomach lining. Rafe had been gone far too long. Maybe he hadn’t cut off the power to the security system like he thought. Maybe after one step off the path, the place lit up like a prison yard. Every single maybe scenario attacked her thoughts so brutally that when the knock on the door came, she let out a faint squeak.
“Who is it?” she called through the door.
“Se?orita Hanlan.” Marco’s voice chafed her nerves like knees on asphalt. “We’re checking to make certain you and Se?or Manuel are muy bien.”
And still locked away in your rooms was the half of the sentence he didn’t say aloud. “We’re perfectly fine. Thank you.”