The Irresistible Rogue (Playful Brides #4)(61)

“Yes you are.” He sucked her nipple deep into his mouth and Daphne decided she was done arguing with him. The wet heat between her legs was driving her mad and the sensations in her breast were zipping through her body and pulling at the juncture between her thighs. She wanted him on top of her. She wanted him inside of her. “Please, Rafe,” she whispered, her lower body squirming against him.

“Wait, Daphne. Just wait for it.”

His mouth continued its gentle assault on her breast while his left hand moved down to her wet warmth. Her chest rose and fell with each of her labored breaths. His hand teased her, barely touching the springy curls between her legs. He traced her cleft, running one long finger down her center. She pressed up against his hand, wanting more, but not knowing exactly what.

Rafe parted her and pressed a finger between her legs. He moved it into a spot that made Daphne cry out. He stroked her there, slowly, so slowly. Then he began to circle the spot, using only his fingertip, and Daphne cried out. “Rafe!”

He covered her mouth with his other hand. “Shh. We don’t want the crew to hear.”

“At the moment I don’t give a damn,” Daphne breathed against his neck.

“Just feel, Daphne. Don’t think.”

Daphne moaned. All she was doing was feeling. And the feeling made her want to sob. His finger circled her again and again and again. Her hips moved of their own accord in a primal rhythm along with his finger. The tug of his mouth against her nipple and the circling of his finger between her hips made her want to scream. She bent her head to his hair. He smelled so good, like soap and rugged man. He nudged at that perfect spot between her legs, again, again, again. Daphne squirmed beneath him. Her legs were taut, open to him, but clenching with all her might to feel more of the sensation he was offering. Her hands were tangled in his hair. His mouth still owned her breast. He nipped her one more time.

“Rafe, I want—” But she didn’t know how to finish the sentence.

“Just wait, Daphne.”

His mouth left her breast and moved down, down, down. Her mind in a fog, she didn’t realize what he intended until his finger left its spot between her legs. She sobbed, but nearly as quickly as it had left, his mouth replaced his hand and this time she moaned for an entirely different reason.

“Oh God, Rafe, no,” she cried.

“Yes,” he breathed against her most intimate spot.

Her face was aflame with embarrassment but the moment his tongue began tracing the little circles where his fingers had been, Daphne ceased to care. There was no more embarrassment, only raw, hot, wanton need. She needed him. In a way she had never needed anyone before in her life.

His tongue circled her again and again. The tip poked at her most sensitive spot and she cried out. “Rafe, I’m going to—” But she didn’t know how to finish that sentence, either.

“Yes, Daphne. Yes.” His hot breath covered the nub between her legs, and when he licked her in deep, wet strokes, she fell over the edge of an abyss she’d never known existed. “Rafe, oh, Rafe,” she called, clutching the back of his head to her, never wanting him to stop and not caring if the entire harbor heard her.

She surfaced from her lust-induced haze several minutes later and looked down to see Rafe’s face at her belly. He grinned up at her with the most self-satisfied smirk she’d ever seen.

“Proud of yourself?” she asked, on a laugh, but zigs and zips of pure pleasure were still racing through her body.

“Yes,” he answered, his grin unrepentant.

She grinned back at him. “You should be. If I had known you were capable of doing that, I would have demanded my marital rights long, long ago.”

He heaved himself up to kiss her lips. The kiss was long and deep and Daphne wrapped her arms around his neck. Rafe wasn’t satisfied. She knew that. He’d ensured that she was satisfied before he saw to his own pleasure. The thought stoked something deep within her—protectiveness, caring, love?

She shook her head. She didn’t have long to contemplate the thought because Rafe was making her wet with lust again by stroking between her legs once more. She parted for him. She wanted to feel him … inside of her. She had never wanted anything more in her life.

“Daphne, I—”

“I know it’s uncomfortable, the first time,” she admitted with a shaky smile. “Cass told me.”

“No. It’s not that.”

“I told you, I won’t tell Julian.”

Rafe smiled at her and traced her ear with the tip of his finger. He kissed her nose. “It’s not that, either. If we do this, I’ll have to be man enough to face your brother. I can do that. But I want to make certain it’s … what you really want.”

Daphne stared up at him. She hoped he couldn’t see all the emotions she felt for him in her eyes. At the moment she didn’t care. She didn’t care about Julian, or the blond, or even their future. All she cared about was being in Rafe’s arms. Giving herself to the man she had always wanted. “I do want it Rafe. Truly,” she promised him.

“Are you certain?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and nodded.

He kissed her cheek gently. “I’ll do my best to keep from hurting you.”

“I know you will.” She lifted up and brushed a kiss to his forehead.