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

touch instantly igniting her cravings as if she’d not just climaxed moments ago. ‘You inside me ASAP. My turn, your turn, we both get turns,’ she said in a heated rush, her need for Rafe unquenched, insatiable. Terrifying. ‘I feel as though I should apologize for my breathless frenzy, explain – if I could. Fuck it. I can’t. I’m hopelessly addicted, not that you haven’t heard that a thousand times, but — ’
    ‘I haven’t,’ he interrupted, not about to get into a discussion of the women in his past.‘Where? Here, the bed or — ’
    ‘Right here, right now. Right the fuck now !’ Nicole was fevered, impatient, beginning to tremble. Just like all the other women who lusted after Rafe Contini’s celebrated dick, she thought, reaching for the zipper on his shorts. ‘I don’t suppose you ever fall apart, crazed with lust?’
    She was staring at him with a fretful, narrowed gaze and his dick was rock hard, so he chose a tactful middle ground answer. ‘Not often, no.’
    ‘You mean not ever ,’ she said, tight-lipped, struggling with the zipper caught in the chino cloth.
    Okaaay. Try again. ‘Look, Pussycat, don’t take it personally, but coming from my family I learned early on to keep my shit together. Falling apart was never an option.’
    She was sprung so tight, she was practically twitching; he, on the other hand, was un-fucking-believably composed. ‘I never fell apart before. That’s all I’m saying. What the hell are you smiling for?’
    ‘It pleases me, that’s why.’
    ‘It unnerves the hell out of me,’ she grumbled, jerking on the zipper. ‘And just so you know, I resent your permanently aroused dick, I resent my inability to resist it, I despise all the women in your past . . . for no good reason, okay – I get it, the past’s the past.’ She raised her chin contentiously. ‘But you know, sometimes I forget that. What I really hate though, is feeling this irrational lust whenever I’m within fifty feet of you and if you don’t help me with this zipper right this fucking second,’ she snapped, her voice cracking at the end, ‘I’m going to scream ! I want you inside me. Now!’
    If he was in the habit of expressing his feelings, he could have said they were both in the same schizoid boat – simultaneously sexed up and resentful. He also could have said that he wasn’t accustomed to women screaming at him. He should tell her to go fuck herself. He should tell her he knew a couple of therapists. He should refuse her undiluted command. ‘How far inside?’ he said instead, his voice dangerously soft.
    ‘Zipper,’ she said with a little bite.
    ‘No problem,’ he said, calm as hell, brushing her hands aside. His shorts were off a second later and, kicking them away, he spun Nicole around so her back was to him. ‘Hands on the window sill.’ Shoving her skirt up over her wiggling, squirming ass, he suddenly went motionless – irrationally offended by her goddamn eagerness. All his festering jealousies instantly reignited at the thought of other men who’d seen her like this.
    He dragged in a breath. Let it go. This was about play, nothing serious; the clock was ticking for Christ’s sake. This wasn’t the time to overthink; this was about hot sex, and getting off until his dick gave out. As if. Rational thought hadn’t had a fucking chance since he’d first set eyes on Nicole. ‘I have a few questions,’ he muttered, jerking her upright and spinning her around.
    She blinked. ‘You’re kidding!’ But his expression was so grim she quickly adjusted her response to something more likely to keep her on her impassioned path to nirvana. ‘Look, if you want me to apologize, consider it done, okay? Whatever I said, I take it back.’
    ‘I’m not looking for an apology.’ His expression was unreadable. ‘I need to ask you something.’
    ‘Could we do this later — ’ She drew in a steadying breath. ‘When I’m not so stressed out – lust wise?’
    A flash