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“Bingo,” he whispered to the empty room.

He went back to the door and, without preamble, started reading.

Briar didn’t know what was happening. One moment, Rafe had been towering over her, the next he had dropped to his knees, burying his face in her most secret place.

She should stop him. Ladies didn’t let anyone near that place, let alone with their faces. And yet as he licked a long stripe with his tongue, from her opening to the little bud at the top of her sex that she had discovered a few years before, she found herself clutching his head instead. She drew her legs up, knees by her armpits, clinging to his head like salvation as he nibbled and sucked and laved. The familiar warming and tingling began, faster than it ever had before, and crested over her like a wave, leaving her gasping, gaping, breathless.

Through the door, he heard Nadja panting, heard her shallow gasps.

“I’ve got to take care of this, sweetheart,” he said, his voice rough. “If you don’t want me to, say it now.”

He waited, but there was no reply.

He took his cock in his hand and groaned at the feel of his rough palm against his sensitive, sensitized skin.

“Here we go, Doc. I hope you’re ready.”

CHAPTER 20

Rafe crawled over her, his hands rising to the neckline of her bodice, which he ripped in half as easily as one might have torn a piece of bread in two.

“There ye are,” he panted, dropping to his forearms and nuzzling his face against her breasts, licking and sucking his way to a pink nipple before sucking it roughly into his mouth.

With a gasp, Briar was arching off the bed, thrusting her aching peak further into his hungry, warm, wonderful mouth.

“Fuck,” she heard Robbie say from the other side of the door.

“Fuck,” she whispered to the empty room, her breath coming in short bursts.

Before she could stop herself, she had slid off the bed, collapsing to the floor.

He knocked, frantic. “Nadja! Nadja, are you okay?”

She groaned. “I’m fine. For gods’ sake, keep going.”

“Fucking hell,” she heard him mutter.

Briar felt the insistent hardness of his manhood pressing against her thigh. She’d seen the horses cover their mates in the field but had never seen a naked man like this.

Although, she supposed she still hadn’t, as Rafe was covered in both plaid and linen still.

Feeling bolder than she would have imagined possible, she reached down, exploring beneath the heavy pleats of fabric until her fingertips brushed against something warm and hard. It was soft, like velvet wrapped around a steel rod.

Nadja crawled across the bedroom, her vision going spotty as she moved, but she was so close. She didn’t know how he knew, she wasn’t certain that he did know, but she suspected that he might, given this turn of events.

She propped herself against the door, imagining that she could feel his warmth through the wood.

She didn’t have to imagine the sounds though, the rustle as he turned a page one-handed, the other busy stroking his cock. She could hear the muffled shuffling, and her mouth watered. She wondered what it looked like. She wondered what he looked like.

“You with me, Nadja?” Robbie asked roughly.

“Yes,” she said, her voice a mere breath.

“Touch yourself,” he said, his voice a command.

Her hand was beneath her shorts in an instant.

“It won’t fit, Rafe,” Briar said, her voice trembling from fear and wonder.