Broken Together
help
Maxim adjust his expectations.”
    I
blew out a breath. “Knowing Maxim, he’ll see I’ve replaced his ring with yours,
raise the stakes, and demand even more.”
    A
soft knock sounded at the door.
    Rafael
scowled. He gathered the trays and answered the door. “Thanks, Kari. Why don’t
we plan for dessert in a half hour or so?”
    “Sure.”
    “Let’s
not talk about Maxim,” I pleaded.
    “Agreed.”
Rafael separated the trays before doling out the plates.
    The
peppercorn cream sauce tickled my nose, making me sneeze. “Wow. Steak, steamed
broccoli, and a baked potato loaded with butter, bacon, shredded cheese, and
sour cream? I gained ten pounds just looking at this.”
    Rafael
settled in next to me with his tray. “No worries. I’ll burn every single
calorie off you over the next few hours.”
    My
entire body clenched. I set my tray and his on the bed so I could straddle his
lap. “Maybe I should feed you, so you can conserve your energy.”
    Rafael’s
eyes heated. He pulled our hips flush so that his body pressed intimately
against mine. “I think that’s a brilliant idea.”
    I
cut a piece of steak and traced his lips with the peppery cream sauce before
leaning in for a kiss. We both moaned when we tasted the sauce. I pulled the
steak off the fork and slid it in his mouth. Rafael captured my hand and sucked
my fingers clean before savoring the meat. I tried the steak while Rafael
finished his piece.
    I
offered him the loaded baked potato. He drew me in for a sour cream infused
kiss. Every bite was interspersed with a kiss. Each kiss grew more heated until
we finally abandoned the meal.
    I
layered open mouthed kisses along his jaw… down his neck, shoulders, and chest.
I peeked up at him before capturing his nipple between my teeth. Gently, I bit.
    With
an ominous growl, he lifted my hips and drove. Hard.
    My
chest thrust forward. My back arched. “Oh, God!”
    Rafael
drew my breast inside his mouth… bit down… and rolled my hips.
    Softly,
I moaned. My eyes slid closed when he began to thrust.
    Rafael
licked and kissed his way to my other breast before drawing it deep inside his
mouth. My toes curled when he sucked. He scraped his teeth against my breast, clamped
his lips around the nipple, and pulled.
    Pleasure
rolled all the way from my head to my toes. My hands clenched in his hair. “Don’t
stop,” I pleaded. The most exquisite pain pulsed between my legs.
    Slowly,
he lifted me. Swiftly, he slammed right where I needed him most. He repeated
the move, using a bit more force with every stroke.
    Rafael
captured my lips as I curled around him. His tongue thrust deep inside my
mouth, claiming yet another part of me. He coaxed me to that place where
pleasure bordered pain. He pushed me over the cliff, following me when I finally
screamed his name.
    Rafael
kissed me tenderly when our bodies finally quieted. “I love making love to
you.”
    “The
feeling’s mutual.” A few seconds passed. “What’s for dessert?”
    He
smiled. “Spiced chocolate molten lava cake with vanilla ice cream.”
    “The
ice cream sounds promising.” I nuzzled his neck. I was looking forward to
lapping the ice cream off his chest.
    The
serving trays bounced against the bed as Rafael shifted his weight. He tucked me
beneath him. “Dessert can wait.”
    My
thighs clamped around his waist. “Yes,” I breathed. “A thousand times ‘yes.’”
    Rafael
took me two more times… once with the ice cream… before we crashed headlong
into sleep.
    Kari
coaxed us out of bed with coffee. We stumbled into the main cabin sometime
around three o’clock in the morning so the pilot could land the plane… in
England, evidently.
    We
decided to take a shower while the ground crew fueled the jet. The shower was
about half the size of the one we had at home but still plenty big for what
Rafael had in mind. I was pretty certain I’d been screwed senseless by the time
the plane took off again. We both collapsed onto the bed once we

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