Breaking the Limits: Rafe & Nicole Book 2 Read Online Free

customary arrogance, his gaze on her lavish, quivering tits, recalling their soft, weighty resilience with a tantalizing rush of memory. Selfishly intent on cupping that warm, silken flesh in his palms, he moved her effortlessly, arranging her back to his front once again and reaching around her, began unbuttoning her dress.
    ‘Wait a minute, wait, wait.’ Rafe was always capable of such restraint like some abstemious monk. If this was the pro-leagues, if she wanted even a chance in hell of winning their wager, she couldn’t just cave. ‘Hey.’ She shot him a look over her shoulder. ‘You said, my call . . . what are you doing?’
    He raised his dark brows fractionally. ‘Getting ready to fuck you. Remember – no rules.’ Capturing Nicole’s hands, he circled her wrists with one hand, and started freeing buttons with his other. ‘And I’m guaranteeing unlimited orgasms. What’s not to like?’
    ‘Your damned arrogance for starters.’ But her nipples were drilling holes in the fine linen of her dress, her breathing unquiet, restless, her body opening the door wide for those promised orgasms.
    ‘Fuck my arrogance.’ He spoke with stunning indifference. ‘As if that’s gonna stop you from coming.’ Freeing another button, he glanced at her stiff, peaked nipples. ‘Christ, you’re almost there, aren’t you? All I have to do is touch these impressively sexed-up nipples and you’ll go off like a rocket.’
    She gritted her teeth, looked back at him through a haze of lust and shook her head.
    He laughed. ‘We’ve met before, remember? Even on a good day, you’ve got a short fuse when it comes to sex. Don’t get me wrong, I like that, but I’m running this show. That means you’re going to lose your little wager,’ he said with a lazy smile. ‘In just a few seconds.’ Slipping free the last of the row of pearl buttons, he eased open the dress top. ‘Jesus, Tiger,’ he whispered, a small heat in his voice. ‘You have the nicest tits – best in the world, no shit.’ He slid his fingers down her warm cleavage, under the ripe abundance of her breasts, lifted slightly, his fingertips sinking into the yielding softness, his erection surging in stark appreciation.
    ‘Fuck – just the feel of these cushy boobs makes me so hard it hurts.’ His voice was tightly leashed, a hushed expectancy in his words. ‘Change of plans. You’re gonna have to jack me with your tits first.’
    He heard her muffled sob, bent forward, saw that her eyes were glittering with wetness. ‘Christ, don’t cry. We’ll talk about it, okay?’
    She sniffled, drew in a deep breath, embarrassed and angry with herself for dissolving into tears with a man like Rafe who was the poster boy for casual sex. ‘I don’t feel like talking,’ she said, biting her bottom lip to stifle her tears. ‘I’m fine.’
    She looked so lost and confused, making her happy was a no-brainer. ‘Look, that was a dickhead thing to say.’ Her eyes were still shiny with tears, her little hiccupy sniffs witness to his dickheadness. ‘From now on, if I’m doing something you don’t like, just let me know. We good?’
    His offer to accept input during sex didn’t go unnoticed by his psyche – the word pussy-whipped came to mind, startling in its novelty. But when Nicole blinked away her tears, then nodded and smiled, he suddenly felt as though he’d been given a prize. ‘That’s my girl,’ he whispered. ‘Yeah?’
    ‘You betcha.’
    Her smile this time was warm and heady and he had to tell his dick to cool it a little longer. Too many years of women giving him what he wanted had made him callous. Insensitive. He almost smiled. Fuck, new world order. Behave.
    Sliding his fingertips over the soft fullness of her breasts to her nipples, he caressed the sensitive crests with feather-light delicacy, up and down, around and around, tugging a little, squeezing gently, taking his time until her breathing turned into erratic little pants. Then,