Fumbling with the packet, his nervous fingers didn’t seem to work properly. In the end, he ripped it open with his teeth and smoothed it on with one hand. Rolling over between her legs, he apologized, “I’m sorry. I can’t wait longer.”
“Sorry?” she gasped at the first feel of his hardness against her. “Any longer and I’m going to go up in smoke.”
He tried to laugh but it came out strangled. Placing both palms under her buttocks, he arched her and began to ease inside her tightness. To her shame, he’d barely entered when her body convulsed around him in wave after wave of an involuntary climax.
She started to cry.
“Shhh,” he said, “I love the way you come. Don’t be embarrassed.”
“Too soon,” she choked out.
“Do you think so?” Supporting himself on extended arms, he pressed himself deeper and deeper until he was fully imbedded.
She stopped crying and blinked up at him. Incredible!
He filled her, impaled her, then seemed to grow even wider as her inner folds shifted to conform to his size. He was gritting his teeth with restraint. Veins stood out on his muscled arms. He seemed to have trouble breathing.
The first time he pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in, she thought her eyes must be bouncing in her head with the violent pleasure that rocked her.
The second time, she was ready. She wasn’t going to be shocked this time. She braced her feet on the ground and elevated her hips to meet his stroke.
A futile effort. Despite her resistance, skyrockets exploded in that fluttering heart of hers, setting her afire. By now, her eyes were probably circling behind her eyelids like one of those slot machines with fruit. Cherries and pineapples and oranges and…
“Don’t fight it,” Rafe coaxed.
She tried to tell him she was trying, but there was fruit salad dancing in her head.
She lost count of Rafe’s strokes. Her head rolled from side to side in the throes of mindless passion. She thrashed and pleaded. She thought she might have touched her own pulsing breasts one time, or maybe she’d guided his hands to her. She wasn’t sure.
Rafe was in no better condition. His eyes were closed, the dark lashes forming perfect black fans against his flushed skin. Harsh breaths escaped his parted lips. Rearing his shoulders and neck back, he strained toward fulfillment.
And each time he thrust into her, his pubic bone pressed that engorged knot of arousal in her wet folds, bringing her higher and higher toward a keening, spiraling cataclysm of sensation.
She spread her legs wider and arched like a bow, then surrendered to the waves of ecstasy that shook her body. Every nerve ending in her body exploded into a splintering orgasm. Spasm after spasm grasped Rafe’s hardness.
With a masculine growl, Rafe, too, gave in to his climax. Pumping hard, he gave one last thrust, then jerked inside her with reflexive tremors.
They both must have passed out for a few seconds because, when Helen came to, Rafe lay heavily on her. Their hearts beat a rapid counterpoint against each other, gradually slowing down to a normal rate.
Finally, Rafe raised his head. She feared he might laugh, or make a flip remark about how good they were together. Maybe even say something about her clipboard.
Instead, he gazed at her seriously, in wonder.
“I think I love you,” he said, his voice breaking with emotion. “God help me, but I think I love you.”
Chapter Fifteen
Rafe looked down at Helen, her big brown eyes gazing up at him, doelike, with shock. “Rafe, I don’t know what — ”
“Shhh,” he said, pressing his fingers to her lips. He was already regretting his hasty confession. “I just wanted you to know how special this was to me. I’m not asking you to reciprocate, so don’t get yourself bent out of shape. Hell, it was probably just a line.”
He replaced his fingertips with his mouth and brushed his lips across hers. God, he loved kissing her.
She bit his bottom lip.
“Ouch!”” he exclaimed. Sitting up, he swiped the back of his hand across his mouth, checking for blood. There wasn’t any, but there could have been. “Why’d you do that?”