Page 87 of Not Safe for Work

He flexes, and the stretch in his tendons has me swooning. I could get used to this.

He leans down to kiss me while I undo his belt and then his pants. My nails scrape along the plane of his stomach, tracing the ridges along his hips. He moans into my mouth as I delve past the waist of his boxer briefs to find his cock. His hips jerk as I stroke him with a firm grip. He’s warm and hard and impressively solid.

His fingers slide under the straps of my dress. “I need you out of this immediately.”

He wastes no time, peeling the fabric off and pushing the red silk over my hips. I watch it flutter to the floor like a pile of rose petals.

His arms form a cage on either side of my head, and he drags his gaze over every inch of me, his eyes pooling into dusk. “You are so beautiful,” he says, his voice thick and low. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”

His hips press into mine, his erection grinding into my stomach. I shove his pants over his hips, dragging down his boxer briefs. When he’s naked, he presses up against me, and the lush heat of skin on skin tears away every last fragment of my feeble defenses.

His large hands cup my ass before he lifts me up, my legs circling his waist. All those hours at the gym find their use as he effortlessly carries me to the bed, where he lays me down and stretches out over me. It feels like the world is moving in slow motion but also rushing past me at the speed of light.

“Rafe, we’re naked,” I say because I need to call attention to it. Because when I opened the door to discover we were sharing the Orchid Honeymoon Suite, I never imagined this was where I’d find myself.

He laughs, and I’m not sure I’ve ever appreciated just how great his laugh is. It lacks any thread of self-consciousness, loudly proclaiming for the world that he’s here and he’s amused. I want to hear it again. Suddenly, I lament all the years I wasted not hearing that laugh.

“We are. Is that a problem?” I get a new smile. One that’s hazy and a little drunk. I love this one.

“No, but what will Belinda write in the company newsletter?”

I’m rewarded with another unabashed laugh, and then he’s kissing me. His body crushes mine, hot and heavy, and for tonight, it’s mine.

I ignore the voice in my head, reminding me to be on my guard.

My hands tangle in his hair as I pull him closer. Our tongues slide, and his cock thrusts against the needy ache begging to be filled.

“Do you have a condom?” I ask.

His expression falls, and he makes a sound of frustration. “Fuck. No, I don’t.”

I arch an eyebrow. “You came to a Hawaiian resort for three weeks without supplies?”

His response is a rueful smile. “I have no idea what I was thinking.”

“Well, it’s a good thing someone is prepared.” I wriggle out from under him and run to the bathroom, digging through my toiletries bag. When I return, Rafe is perched on the bed on his knees, looking like an erotic Disney prince awaiting his queen. This I could get used to, too.

As I reach the bed, he snags my wrist and spins me around so I land under him again.

“Who were you planning to have sex with?” he asks, ripping open the box.

“I don’t know, but it sure as hell wasn’t you,” I deadpan.

“Then, call me the luckiest bastard in the universe.”

His words are possibly meant in jest, but I sense something significant buried within them.

He tears open the package, and I watch as he rolls the condom over his erection.

Then Rafe collapses on top of me, his mouth capturing mine in a soul-stirring kiss I feel straight to my marrow. His skin is velvet as I run my hands over his back and his shoulders and down his chest. He whispers in my ear, telling me I’m beautiful, and I am so lost in this.

Finally, I feel his hard cock sliding between my legs and slowly easing into me. Bit by bit, he inches in with small pumps, stretching me, filling me. When I’m not sure I can take it a moment longer, he thrusts to the hilt. Our breath shatters into jagged pieces as he waits for me to adjust, studying me with a gaze that feels like the bottomless depths of a midnight canyon.

“Tris,” he says softly as he pulls out and thrusts into me slowly, over and over, my fingers gripping his shoulders, digging into muscle and skin. His hand slides under my back, tilting my hips as he drives into me faster. I watch the tendons in his neck, the flush on his face, the wild light in his eyes. I pull his mouth to mine as we move together in waves of skin and heat, and no one, no one, has ever made me feel quite like this.

His hand hooks behind my knee, lifting it as he gently sinks his teeth into my calf. My back arches off the bed as he angles into me, driving deeper and harder and faster.

“Rafe,” I gasp.