by talking—I’ll tell you when to stop.’
‘Okay …’ But he felt so good, so warm and full of energy; she wanted to be a lot closer to him than this. She leaned over, pressing herself against Raffa’s side, longing to ease the pressure inside her.
‘That’s much better,’ he said, with the suggestion of a smile in his voice. ‘I think you’re getting the hang of it at last …’
His face was deadpan, and his deep voice was muffled against his powerful forearms as she worked on his back, but his sigh of pleasure gave him away—he was enjoying this as much as she was. She took a detour over his bulging biceps and on down each of his forearms, which gave her the opportunity to press her chest against his back …
‘Much, much better,’ he husked contentedly.
She was enjoying herself so much by this time she wasn’t prepared when he turned on his back. ‘Now feel me,’ he said.
‘Feel you?’ She gulped.
‘My chest … Feel it … Explore, Casey.’
She shut her eyes and started tentatively to do as Raffa had suggested. But as she explored she grew bolder. He was magnificent. Raffa was a magnificent fighting machine … or a lover.
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