Come (22 page)

“That’s it, baby. Let it rise. I want you hotter.”

Katy followed his demands. She had no choice. When he spoke to her in that commanding voice, her body obeyed on its own.

When she reached the point of extreme need, he stopped. He pulled his fingers out and left her gasping with want. “Climb on top of me baby.” Rafe lay on the bed next to her.

It took a second for Katy to get her bearings. Her legs wobbled as she released the rungs of the bed and lifted her face until she rested on all fours next to him.

“Show me how you like it,” he said.

She glanced down at his cock bobbing in the air. At some point he’d removed his shorts and put on a condom. She had no idea when.

Katy climbed over his body and straddled him. She stared at his face, wondering what the catch was. She couldn’t believe he was going to let her ride him.

Rafe gripped her hips and pulled her onto his length. “Yesss,” he hissed as she became fully seated on top of him. “That feels so damn good.” He closed his eyes a moment, and she imagined he needed to rein in his own arousal to avoid coming too fast himself. It made her feel powerful knowing she did that to him.

She lifted up until he almost popped free and then settled back down. She set her hands on his chest. She waited until he met her gaze before she rose again. God he felt good too. “You’re going to let me be in charge?” she asked.

Rafe lifted one side of his mouth. “Never, baby. Just because you’re on top doesn’t mean you’re controlling anything.” To emphasize his point, he grabbed her hips and lifted her himself. When he settled her back onto his cock, he pulled her body forward until her chest met his. “Use your knees.”

She closed her eyes and rocked over him. In this position, her clit rubbed him every time she moved. She moaned. He was right. He controlled her even from below.

Katy concentrated on the buildup as she rose once more to the peak. Her legs shook from the effort to lift herself.

Rafe set a hand on her lower back and pressed her into him. He came on a groan. She could feel his cock pulsing as it released deep against the end of her channel. She was so close. She concentrated, but couldn’t come without moving and Rafe wasn’t giving her an inch.

Finally, he grabbed her hips again and lifted her off him. He flipped her onto her back and leaned over her. “Still think you controlled that?”

She shook her head, her pussy begging for release. “No, Sir.”

“I didn’t think so.” He trailed his finger between her breasts. “Open your legs.”

She let her knees separate and splay open.

“Touch yourself, baby.”

She sucked in a breath. Masturbate? Now?

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then do it. Show me how you like to get off when you’re alone and there’s no batteries available.” He smiled, circling her belly button with that damn finger.

Katy was so horny. So close. She wanted him so badly. But she hadn’t ever masturbated to an audience before.

She lay still for a moment, pondering the possibility.

“I’ll direct at first. Then you can take over.”

Direct? That sounded worse.

“Suck your fingers into your mouth.”

Katy lifted one hand and put her first two shaky fingers between her lips. She coated them with her tongue and then pulled them out.

“Now, stroke your nipples.”

Katy’s hand still shook as she met his gaze and held it. Maybe if she disassociated, she could follow his lead. The second her wet fingers hit her nipple, she felt the cool air blend with her touch to tighten the bud.

“That’s it. Now pinch it.”

Katy obeyed. She held his gaze, not glancing down at herself as though someone else were doing his bidding. She pinched harder than necessary, needing the pain to push her closer to coming.

“Ah, so you do like a bit of pain?”

Katy froze. She’d never thought about it. She didn’t respond, but released her nipple.

“It’s okay. I’m taking a mental tally.”

Great
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“Okay. Touch yourself, baby. I’m dying to watch.” Rafe sat up and stroked her thigh. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Katy eased her hands down her belly and used one to lift the hood off her clit. With the other, she stroked through her wetness and then circled the throbbing nub. She lifted her butt off the bed at the first contact.

“That’s good,” Rafe soothed. “Show me what you like.”

Katy couldn’t imagine what he could do that she wouldn’t like, but she closed her eyes and tried to ignore his presence. If she got off under his gaze, it would be a miracle. But she had been so close…

For Katy it had always been about her clit. She flicked her fingers over it again and again as the need built. Her pussy gripped at nothing, remorseful that Rafe’s cock was no longer inside. Although she loved being filled with him, that wasn’t where her orgasm would come from anyway.

She pressed two fingers below her clit and continued flicking over the tip. It had always seemed that more sensation came from the roots than the external parts. And she gritted her teeth as she worked herself to a frenzy.

Even with her eyes closed, she could feel Rafe’s intense gaze on her. He didn’t speak again though. She tuned him out and let her mind wander to the images she knew would raise her ardor. New images came to mind. Instead of random faceless men with firm muscles and knowing hands, Rafe became her new object of arousal. She pictured the intensity in his gaze as he came into her earlier. The way he held her head and forced her to meet his eyes. The way his mouth fell open before he came.

She lifted her hips, planting her feet on the bed for traction. Instinct always made her do that.

So close…

Katy rubbed faster and pressed harder on the base of her clit. She held her breath as she reached the edge. And then she shattered, dropping her ass back onto the bed and slowing her strokes as her clit pulsed beneath her touch. She continued touching herself for a full minute as the pulses slowed down and finally stopped.

When she opened her eyes, Rafe was gazing at her face. “Thank you, baby. That was beautiful.” He reached for her hand, lifted it to his lips, and sucked each finger into his mouth one by one.

Katy lay mesmerized. She couldn’t move. She was sated and spent.

When he finished, Rafe lay down alongside her and gathered her against his chest. “I’m totally falling hard for you.”

“Mmm. It’s mutual.”

“Good.” He kissed her temple and she fell into sleep.

Sunday evening after they’d ordered room service for the third time that day, Rafe wandered into the second bedroom to find Katy shuffling through her clothes again. She’d worn nothing more than the tank top and panties all day. He wished she’d have spent the day naked, but he needed to remind himself she wasn’t accustomed to such an idea. Baby steps.

“What are you looking for?”

“Something not too wrinkly for work tomorrow.”

Rafe swallowed. “Work?” He toyed with the edge of the closest item of clothing on the bed at his fingertips.

Katy lifted her face to meet his gaze. “Of course. We can’t hang out here in the hotel for the rest of our lives and let this asshole control our actions.”

He knew that, intellectually, but he wasn’t fond of the idea of Katy traipsing around on her own either.

Katy put her hands on her hips. “Rafe. Come on. I have to work tomorrow. I have cases that need my attention. I have clients to see. Surely Bobby isn’t going to come into the law firm and hunt me down in broad daylight.”

She was right. He knew that. But he didn’t have to like it. “I’ll make a deal with you.”

“You and your deals. Am I going to like it?”

“Probably not. Negotiate. Remember?”

“That was in reference to your dominance, not my job. My job is not negotiable. I’m going in and you’re going to suck it up and live with it.”

“You don’t have to get all defensive. Hear me out.”

“Fine.” She set the shirt she’d picked up aside and gave him her full attention.

“I’ll go with you. I can work from anywhere. If you need to be in your office, I’ll find a nice corner and we’ll both be happy.”

She chuckled sardonically. “Both? You following me around all day is going to make me happy?”

“I thought you liked having me around?” He smirked.

“Yeah, but not in the office. I’d never get anything done.”

“Why not?”

“Look at you.” She pointed at his frame, running her finger up and down in the air. “Lawyers don’t have physiques like yours, and they don’t bring bodyguards to the office either.”

“Lawyers who have a stalker who has twice made it clear he intends to kill her take whatever precautions necessary and listen to reason when their boyfriends speak.”

She liked the way he said “boyfriend” as though it were a forgone conclusion. And obviously after what they’d been through and done together, it was a truth. He was now her boyfriend.

Her shoulders drooped. “You’re right. I’m being unreasonable. I just want it to go away.”

He stepped closer and took her in his arms. “And it will. Soon. The police with find him and it will all be over.”

“I hope so.”

•●•

Rafe looked in every direction as he followed Katy into her building. No one seemed to be trailing them, but he didn’t let his guard down for a minute.

She’d called her boss Sunday night and given him the lowdown on what had happened over the weekend to worsen her situation. According to Katy, the man had been glad she had someone coming in with her. She hadn’t specifically told him Rafe was more than a bodyguard, but at least she’d ensured he knew what was happening.

“Nice office,” he said as they entered the spacious room on the fifth floor. She had a view of the town outside. He hadn’t expected anything so swanky from the way she spoke of being on the bottom of the office totem pole without the desire to sleep her way to the top.

The one thing Rafe hoped was he didn’t have the opportunity to meet Jonathan Stewart, the jackass who thought it was a good idea for Katy to sleep with him. He might not be able to control himself if that bastard came around.

Katy pointed to the small round table across from her desk. “Your work space for the foreseeable future.” She grinned as she set her briefcase on the corner of her desk and turned on her desktop computer.

“I like it.” Rafe set his belongings next to the table and wandered over to the window.

“No way is someone going to walk in here and try to kill me.”

Was she speaking to ease her own fears or his?

Rafe turned and winked at her. “Not on my watch.”

People came and went from the office during the day, and Rafe sat in his corner eyeing every individual but not saying a word. Most seemed to assume he was a hired bodyguard, and that was fine with him. As long as Katy was safe, that was all that mattered.

He took several calls from the cleaning crew working on putting his house back in order. They’d checked out of the hotel that morning intent on returning to his home after work.

They ordered lunch from the deli downstairs and had it delivered.

It all went smoothly as long as they both ignored the fact that the police still had no leads. Rafe could afford to work from her office instead of his for a while, but not forever. Eventually his boss would start complaining about his absence.

As they left that evening, Katy turned to him in the elevator. “Do you need to go to the gym this week?”

“I should, but I can work out from home for several days and I don’t have a match this Friday, so I don’t have to worry about that. What about you? You usually work out here at the office right?”

“Yeah, and I’m pretty torn up about the fact that I can’t,” she added sarcastically.

“You’re welcome to join me in the basement.”

Katy groaned. “Can’t you let me enjoy my week off?”

Rafe chuckled. “Whatever makes you feel better.”

The house was fantastic. The cleaning crew had worked wonders. Rafe thought it was in better shape than before the break in. There wasn’t a trace of evidence that anyone had been there. Few items had actually been broken, so not very many things were missing. Even the television was perfectly fine. Which reinforced the belief Crowder had left a warning, nothing more.