The Irresistible Rogue (Playful Brides #4)(85)

Rafe dropped the soap in the water and stood. He unbuttoned the fall of his breeches and shucked off both boots and stockings. He leaned down to kiss Daphne again.

“You’re magnificent,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into the water atop her.

Despite the small space, Rafe spent the next half hour both soaping and kissing his wife while she did the same to him. By the time the water began to cool, they were both entirely clean but Rafe had a raging cockstand.

He pulled Daphne from the tub and dried her hair and body with the linens. She did the same for him. When she reached his erection, she stopped. “Well, I—” Her blush was beautiful against her soft, creamy skin.

He traced her cheek with his thumb. “Come to bed with me. I need you. Now.”

“Yes,” she breathed.

He scooped her into his arms, carried her over to the bed, and laid her gently on top of the coverlet and then came down atop her and covered her with his nakedness. He kissed her deeply. Daphne’s hands tangled in his hair and she arched against him. He smelled so good, like soap and male desire.

He grinned at her. “I want to kiss you everywhere.”

“Please do.” She giggled.

Rafe kissed her forehead, her cheek, her ear. Then he nuzzled at her neck. Daphne shuddered when he sucked at her collarbone. “You are gorgeous,” he whispered in her ear. “Beyond perfect.”

“No, you are gorgeous,” she replied, tilting back her head to give him greater access to her throat.

His tongue traced down between her breasts and then he moved lower, catching a nipple between his teeth and tugging. Daphne’s hands tangled in his hair. “Rafe,” she breathed.

He nibbled at her, nipped her, bit her. She squirmed beneath him, wanting his hand between her legs. His mouth moved to her other breast and teased that nipple, too. Daphne arched her back.

She pushed her hands over his broad shoulders, reveling in their warmth and strength. Then she wrapped her hands through his hair and pulled his head up to hers. His mouth met hers in a fierce kiss. She moaned deep in her throat. His mouth moved to her chin, her neck again.

His hand found her breast. He teased her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She arched her back again and moaned. “Oh, Rafe.”

Then his hand moved lower and Daphne ceased to think. He found her core and he slid one hot finger inside of her. She nearly came off the bed. He drew his finger out and quickly found the little nub of pleasure between her legs. He circled the spot again and again. Daphne’s head shifted fitfully from side to side. That amazing feeling built inside of her. The same one he’d made her feel on the ship the first time they’d made love. Intense, maddening, unique, new. And it was all because of Rafe’s finger. It owned her. She clutched her arms around his neck.

“Let go, Daphne. Let go,” he whispered in her ear. “I will catch you.”

Daphne was mindless. Her hips moved of their own accord in time with the rhythm of Rafe’s finger, and when her world exploded, she clung to his shoulders and whimpered.

Moments later, after the zings of pleasure had ceased rippling through her body, Daphne rolled over and pushed Rafe down to the mattress.

He eyed her warily. “What are you doing?”

“Something I meant to finish last time.” She shimmied down his body, her mouth heading for his cock.

“No, Daphne, I—”

She smiled against his taut abdomen. “There’s no use arguing with me. You know how stubborn I am.”

Rafe considered it for a moment. The lady had a point. The moment her sweet lips touched him, he knew he had already lost the argument. “You feel so good,” he whispered, his hands tangling in her lush hair.

She bent and allowed her lips to cover him entirely, then pulled herself back up and did it again and again. Rafe was mindless in seconds.

“It’s too good. I—” He tried to pull her up by the shoulders but Daphne slid out of his reach, her mouth still on him.

“Please,” he groaned.

She pulled her lips off him for a moment but squeezed him and Rafe groaned again. “Let me do this, Rafe. I want to see what happens if I don’t stop.”

Her lips were on him again, driving him mad, his hips moved against her mouth, matching her rhythm, his hand guiding the back of her head. Sweet holy God. His wife was a temptress.

She sucked him hard and Rafe growled. “Daphne, have a care, love. You’re my wife. I can’t spill my seed in your mouth.”

He was still in her mouth when she grinned up at him. The only word he could use to describe her grin was devilish. She pulled her mouth away momentarily. “Why not? I told you. I like adventure.”

Without pausing to argue with him more, Daphne took his cock in her mouth again. She sucked with perfect pressure and Rafe’s eyes rolled back in his head. “God, Daphne, I—” She grabbed his balls and pressed the base of them in a spot that made his hips arch off the mattress. He was panting. “Jesus, Daphne, if you don’t stop, I’m going to—” She sucked him then, her mouth moving back and forth, and Rafe had no time to pull her away. Breathless and mindless, he released his seed deep into his wife’s throat.

He looked up at her with eyes hazy with love, and lust, and surprise. She swallowed and wiped her hand against the back of her mouth and gave him a victorious grin.