She could see the allure. He wasn’t kidding. But she wasn’t particularly calm at the moment. Her entire body was alert. Her nipples pebbled beneath her tight shirt and sheer bra. She was glad it was dark enough that no one would notice. When he spread his palm wide against her belly, she felt the possession clear to her pussy.
Her clit came to life. Her jeans seemed suddenly too small. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, causing Rafe to press into her stomach tighter as she adjusted her stance. Nothing eased the pressure on her sex, however.
His other hand, draped across the first, held his beer, which he tapped in time to the music against his knuckles.
Katy swallowed. She’d never been so intensely aroused with anyone. Was it the music? The atmosphere? Or Rafe?
She knew the answer to that question. The man had grabbed her interest from the moment she’d plastered herself to him outside her uncle’s gym. He’d played along so easily, comfortably allowing her to pretend they were a couple without missing a beat. And she would never forget the way he’d opened his mouth and eased into hers with his tongue, as though instinct had driven them both into a deeper embrace that wasn’t strictly necessary.
The task of convincing her boss she had a boyfriend could easily have been accomplished with a simple peck. From inside the car, the man couldn’t possibly have seen the intimate way Rafe teased her tongue, the way he gripped her ass with his hands, molding his fingers around the globes and almost lifting her off the ground.
And there was no way in hell the man in the car could have heard the soft sounds Katy emitted as the table turned and Rafe took possession of her before she’d known what the hell happened.
Rafe definitely captured her interest. And he held it tighter with each passing day. Whatever his rules of dating entailed, she hoped he had some magic third-date exception that lifted some of his hesitation.
She closed her eyes and listened to the music, or tried to anyway. It seemed as though the sounds in the room swirled together to form a unique blend of noise that reached inside her and set the stage for her mood. No one dissonance stood out any longer. The package controlled her mood.
She was aware of every movement Rafe made, her ears nearly ringing with the musical background as though she were wearing earplugs that dampened the tones and brought every touch to the forefront. He lifted the bottle to take a drink, his chin rising from her neck. She could feel his throat as he swallowed. She was that close to him.
And the condensation on the bottle dripped again onto her bare shoulder and ran down between her breasts. She was on fire. The cold drops of water making her aware of her burning need.
When Rafe set the bottle against her neck, she rolled her head onto his other shoulder and moaned. She gripped her own beer tighter, afraid she would be consumed by him and drop the bottle on the ground.
Rafe chuckled, lowered his arm back under hers, and then rocked her world by licking the moisture from beneath her ear. “God, you’re sexy.”
Katy inhaled sharply, every inch of her body wishing she were naked in his arms. She could feel the wetness building between her legs and wished it were socially acceptable to turn around and fuck the sexy god behind her against the wall. She hardly cared what anyone around her would think. She was that far gone. He had cast a spell on her. And she wanted more.
Katy’s hand shook as she lifted her beer to her lips. She needed a drink. Her mouth had grown dry. As she tipped her head back and let the icy cold liquid run down her throat, her shirt rose a few inches, enough that Rafe’s splayed fingers now rested against her exposed belly. He dipped two fingers into her jeans and grazed them against her skin. His hand was so big, he covered nearly all of her stomach. As he tapped the bottle he held with his other hand in rhythm to the beat, the cool glass repeatedly hit her belly button. Condensation pooled and ran down into her jeans.
Rafe seemed oblivious to her plight. He hummed to the music and tapped his foot and his hand against her until she thought she would explode with the need to have more of him.
It was so unlike her. She hadn’t had time to date in the last few years. And the few men she’d gone out with in recent months had not lit a spark anywhere close to the one igniting her since she’d met Rafe.
A couple squeezed by Katy to grab a spot on the wall next to her. Rafe pulled her in closer, as if that were possible. She became aware of his cock pressing into her lower back. He wasn’t unaffected by her either. In fact, she grew bold enough to wiggle against him, praying it would pay off.
Forget his rules of dating. Katy never slept with a man this early in a relationship. She wondered if the very fact that he’d insisted on keeping things at a snail’s pace was enticing her to want him to speed up the process. Withholding sex was in itself a turn on. Was it a ploy?
She didn’t give two fucks right then. She wanted him to crave her the way she desired his touch.
“Imp,” he whispered into her ear as he bucked his ass away from her squirming butt. “You’re playing with fire.” The words without his tone of voice could have been a warning, but from Rafe they sounded like a promise. God she hoped so.
Katy’s skin heated as the band moved on to another song. She didn’t know enough about blues to discern one from another, but she considered the possibility of learning more if this was how she would feel every time she listened to a blues band. She suspected the majority of her mood was caused by the man holding her more than the sensual tunes coming from the stage.
Lulled by the heat, Katy leaned her head back and rested it fully on Rafe’s shoulder.
Rafe lifted his beer and rolled it across her exposed neck and chest. It felt heavenly, the contrast making her breasts tighten and her nipples plead with her for attention.
When Rafe lowered his other hand to her thigh, she closed her eyes entirely. Her vision had gone blurry anyway. She was that aroused. He gripped her leg with firm pressure and stroked his thumb to the music, every brush of his hand grazing precariously closer to her pussy.
She might have moaned. She wasn’t sure. Or maybe Rafe did. Either way, she seemed to melt.
Rafe took her beer from her hand and held both bottles between his fingers, continuing to tap them against her chest. She was grateful not to have to concentrate on holding the bottle any longer. She wiggled her arms under both of Rafe’s and reached back to grab his belt loops. It gave her something to do with her arms, but she immediately felt more open and exposed to him. She held on anyway, afraid she would simply slink to the floor in a pile of goo if she did anything else.
One of the bottles rested against her breast now, and Katy felt the chill of the contents through her thin camisole and lace bra. Her nipple hardened further and she gripped his belt loops tighter.
Whether by accident or design, she wasn’t sure, but Rafe dragged his hand up her body from her thigh to her breasts. His thumb brushed through the folds of her pussy, nearly collapsing her knees. If he noticed the way she sagged, he didn’t comment. He seemed to hold her up, her breasts resting on his forearm.
When his lips landed on her ear again, she flinched as though he’d broken a spell. “You want to leave?”
She swallowed, unsure if she could form words. What did he mean by that loaded question? She twisted her face toward his and met his gaze. “Depends.”
A slow smile spread across his lips. “On what?”
Boldness took over Katy and possessed her. “I’ve never been this aroused in my life. If you plan to finish what you’ve started back at my place, I’m ready to leave. If you intend to pretend it never happened and withdraw from me, then no. I’d rather stay right here until I orgasm against this wall in this crowded bar. Because, Rafe, that’s how close I am.” She bit her lip between her teeth as his eyes widened. She wasn’t sure if he was shocked by her words and her boldness or if he’d truly been unaware of her level of desire.
Heat filled her face as she waited for him to comment. With each second she grew more embarrassed by her brash words.
She glanced away from his face and scanned the room, her arousal freezing at his silence. The bar was more crowded. People were packed in, their backs all she could see as they watched the band and swayed to the music. She was glad, because her shame was burning against her cheeks.
Had she misread Rafe’s advances? Was it remotely possible that wasn’t his rock hard cock pressing against her back?
Suddenly, her world changed scenes. Rafe released her and leaned down toward the floor so fast, she almost fell. She realized he’d set the bottles on the floor against the wall, and when he returned to his full height he turned the tables on her, plastering her back against the wall and gripping her waist with both hands. She almost floated as she gripped his forearms. Her eyes widened as she tried to read the look on his face. His intense gaze was serious. Was he mad?
And then his hands grazed up her body from her waist to beneath her breasts, almost lifting her off the ground with the pressure. He stroked the undersides of her breasts with his thumbs, and then raised them to press against her nipples.
Katy gasped. His touch was unlike any other she’d ever experienced. Firm. Hard. Intense. Smoldering.
He nudged her feet apart with one leg and ground his knee between her legs against her pussy.
She moaned. This time she knew it was her. Her eyes fluttered. She couldn’t maintain the intensity of his gaze, which never left her face. So fucking hot, she thought she would combust.
Her clit throbbed. She pressed into his thigh, brazenly.
Rafe’s hands lifted higher until he held her under her armpits, his thumbs rubbing her nipples rapidly. She sucked in a quick lungful of oxygen, unable to get enough. She grew lightheaded as her need rose. The blues seemed to melt her body while at the same time Rafe forced it to attention in contrast to the music. He played her like an instrument. She would never again be able to listen to the blues without remembering this moment.
As she held her breath, Rafe added one last touch, lifting his thigh and rubbing it against her pussy, forcing her open wider, pressing her hard against the wall. “Come.”
One word, and she shattered. Her entire body shook as spasms raced through her pussy. Moisture flooded her panties and dampened her jeans from the intense orgasm.
She’d never come that hard. Never felt anything like that before. And here. In a public bar. Clothed. Against the wall.
Rafe held her gaze as she came back to earth. She started to glance around as she realized how blatantly wanton she’d behaved in public. But Rafe lifted one arm to grasp her chin. “Eyes on me. Don’t worry about anything else.”
She stared at him, obeying his command and releasing her anxiety to the wind. Who cared what anyone else thought? What mattered most was that a man she’d only met by accident last week at her uncle’s gym had entirely consumed her and held her attention as though she were a prisoner to his whim.
And she couldn’t think of any place she’d rather be.
Rafe leaned forward, encompassing his good fortune with his entire frame. He held her firmly against the wall still, not wanting to lose contact with any inch of her while at the same time fearing if he stepped back she would collapse onto the floor.
He set his cheek alongside hers and breathed heavily against her ear. She was still gasping for air herself. And he had to smile. God she was fantastic. So uninhibited. Pure.
He’d nearly come himself watching her face as the orgasm took over her body. No amount of masturbation would ever ease the ache in his cock tonight. He’d forever have this vision etched in his mind. And he prayed he wasn’t ruined for all eternity after the gift she’d given him.
He tightened his jaw and closed his eyes as he considered the ramifications of his actions. Never. That’s how often he did anything like this. It wasn’t fair to her and it made him feel like an ass. He wasn’t some ordinary guy who dated ordinary women and had ordinary sex. To pretend otherwise was like a giant act of misrepresentation on his part.
He hadn’t kissed her on the lips. Did he think that would somehow make the scene any less valid? He was kidding himself. He had to stifle a groan that welled up inside his chest as she heaved beneath him, her breasts rising and falling as she came down from her orgasm.
God. She was amazing. And he wanted her so badly his vision blurred.
Get a grip
. He’d done enough damage for one evening. Would she ever forgive him for fraudulently representing himself before he told her who he really was?
Hating himself for having such lack of control, he stepped back and put space between them.
Katy settled on her wobbly legs and wiped her hands on her thighs. “I need air.”
Rafe nodded and threaded his fingers with hers to lead her from the bar. It took several minutes and a lot of backtracking to get to the entrance.
When they stepped outside, the cool evening air seemed to take his breath. Reality slammed him in the chest. He picked up the pace, practically dragging Katy toward his truck. As he reached the passenger door, he released her hand and reached into his pocket to get his keys. A quick click of the key fob and the lights blinked. He whipped the door open before finally turning toward her.
Katy stood stiffly staring up at him, her lower lip tucked between her teeth.
He took a deep breath. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to freak out.”
She nodded, but no understanding crossed her face. He wasn’t an expert when it came to females, but if he had to guess, he’d say she was two seconds from crying.
And he was to blame. He slumped against the side of the truck next to the open door and hauled her into his embrace, tucking her head against his chest. “I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I can be such an ass.”
She was still high from coming against his leg. It had only been minutes. And he was treating her like it never happened. In fact, he was angry. With himself. But she didn’t know that.
He realized his behavior was beyond the pale, but he was so damn mad at himself for luring Katy into his world without an explanation about his lifestyle that he wanted to punch something.