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

capturing the ostentatious, jewel-hard tips in his fingers, he slowly compressed the tender flesh.
    She shuddered, the exquisite pressure streaking downward, coiling hot and achy between her legs and, with a frantic little groan, she pushed back against his engorged dick. ‘Rafe, please, I’m dying.’
    ‘Just a second,’ he whispered. Moving his hands down her stomach, beneath her short skirt, he slid his fingers under the edge of her panties, twisted his wrist, pushed two fingers into her slippery sex to her G-spot, placed his thumb on her clit, said, ‘Take a breath’ and exerted an irresistibly subtle pressure.
    She moaned, a fevered, hysterical sound.
    Liquid desire instantly drenched his fingers. ‘More?’ It was a promise of pleasure he took pains to deliver, stroking her sleek, pulsing tissue with tenderness and skill, with targeted ingenuity, with just the right degree of pressure and depth. Until she was squirming hard against his hand and so close to climax, her whimpers were rising into audible demands. ‘Done waiting?’ A gentle question not likely to be answered when she was trembling, her eyes shut tight. With a hand on her shoulder, he turned her back facing him, his fingers still buried in her sweet, throbbing sex rotating sleekly. Dragging his fingertips over the tender nub of her G-spot, he waited a pulse beat while she shuddered, then slid his other hand under one soft, plump breast and, lifting it high, bent to lick her nipple. Lightly at first, a few nibbles, a little sucking, a drift of up and down strokes with the flat of his tongue, estimating her readiness, her soft moans, choppy breaths – waiting.
    Until she suddenly arched her back against the sharp, raw feeling, grabbed huge handfuls of his hair, hauled him close and pleaded, ‘Now, now, now!’
    Showtime.
    Spreading his fingers wider, he tightened his grip on her tit, sank the fingers of his other hand deep into her hot, slick pussy and, holding her securely, drew her taut, peaked nipple into his mouth and sucked the life out of it.
    Nicole groaned as lust punched downward with lightning speed, turned into hot, blazing rapture, and exploded a pulse beat later into the opening throes of an orgasm so stunning, she gasped. The soft, smothered sound swiftly escalated into a more familiar overwrought cry that rose in volume until it reached the adrenalin-powered scream of full-out, orgasmic ecstasy that always made Rafe smile. She had no restraint, her emotions raw: hot/cold; sweet/sulky; plenty of stubborn, but easy too. She laid it all out there. White lightning. Take it or leave it.
    Taking it made his world perfect, made his heart rate tick up, made him feel lucky as hell.
    She was still trembling when he carefully eased his fingers free, drew her into the warmth of his body. Running his hands up and down her back as she slowly calmed, he felt a pure, unspoiled content he only felt with her. Picture postcard nice. Good enough to pin up and remember with wonder when the world blew up to shit.
    By slow degrees, Nicole’s senses returned to planet earth and, with a blissful sigh, she stretched up and kissed his throat. ‘You’re so good to me, I think I’m in love. No, I definitely am. Really truly.’
    Her teasing tone effectively silenced any alarm bells apropos the word love and, dipping his head, he kissed her lightly. ‘Does that mean I get a turn?’ Because playing at love and roseate postcard scenarios were going to be winding down real fucking soon. ‘If you’re still going another few rounds though,’ he added, politely, forcibly suppressing stark reality. ‘Not a problem.’ But he was sliding her dress off her shoulders and down her arms as he spoke, baring her breasts a moment later, his dick fixed on getting into the game regardless of her answer or his offered politesse.
    A small flicker of coolness drifted over her heated skin as the dress dropped to her waist, a wild, spiking pleasure coursing through her, his