stomach dipped at the way he looked at her. She pushed herself to send him away. “Thanks for helping me upstairs. G’night.”
He brushed a strand of her hair from her forehead and she couldn’t withhold a sigh. “G’night. Call me if you need me.”
She shook her head, unable to keep a slight smile from her face. “G’night,” she said with more finality than she would have thought possible.
* * *
Rafe couldn’t sleep. His mind weighed heavy with the responsibility of Joel and Nicole. In theory, she wasn’t his responsibility, but in his reality, she was.
Keeping the door to his suite open, he paced his room keeping an ear out for Joel just in case his son awakened in the middle of the night. His son. Sometimes he still couldn’t believe it. He was caught between an indescribable joy and terror, but Rafe was determined to be the father he’d lost. Nothing would keep him from it.
He went to the bar in his room and poured himself a shot of Scotch. He tossed back the liquor and felt it burn all the way down his throat. The thought of Nicole burned him in a different way.
For convenience’s sake, he wanted to take her. It would be easier if she was on his side concerning Joel. But that wasn’t all. She made him hot and bothered. He downed another shot and paced his suite.
He heard a sound, a loud moan, and stopped his pacing. A few seconds later, he heard, “No! No!”
Recognizing Nicole’s voice, he headed for her bedroom. She gave a loud shriek. Another. His gut twisted at the sound of fear and desperation and he entered her bedroom.
She tossed and turned, screaming. He immediately climbed into bed and took her into his arms.
“Help,” she called in a voice that stabbed at his heart, her arms splaying around him.
“I’m here,” he said, holding her against him. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
“I can’t breathe. I can’t—” she said, clearly disoriented as she clung to him.
“You’re okay. I’ll keep you safe.” He held her tight.
She took several deep breaths then opened her eyes and met his gaze. “Rafe?”
“Yes. You had a nightmare.”
“I dreamed I was in the hospital. I couldn’t breathe. Joel was crying.” She let out a ragged breath. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.” He felt her strain to get close to him and something inside him seemed to shift.
Moments passed before her breath turned to normal. “I should tell you to go,” she whispered.
His heart hammered against his chest.
“But I can’t.”
Later, surrounded by darkness, Nicole awakened to the sensation of Rafe’s arms still wrapped protectively around her. Disconcerted, she tried to recall why he was in her bed, but reality smudged together with frightening dreams.
Rafe’s hard chest meshed with her breasts. Her legs twined through his.
She supposed she could have pulled away from him, but she wasn’t at all inclined. Instead, she buried her face in his throat and lifted her hands to his shoulders. She’d always been afraid of his kind of strength before, but at this moment, she wasn’t. At this moment, she craved it.
Groaning, he lowered his hands to her hips.
Nicole sucked in a sharp breath and went still.
He squeezed her hips and drew her into his crotch.
Oh.
Help.
“You feel so good,” he muttered, rubbing his mouth over her hair.
Her pulse skittered inside her. More than anything, she wanted him closer. He could protect her, make her feel safe.
He thrust against her and she felt his hardness. “I want you,” he muttered against her throat.
She wondered if he was fully awake, but part of her didn’t care. He felt so powerful, strong and good.
He touched one of her breasts and hesitated. He swore. “I want to be inside you,” he said. “As deep as I can get.” His body shuddered against hers. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked, slipping his hand beneath her chin and lifting it so she would meet his dark, sensuous gaze. “Are you sure you want me to take you?”
She trembled inside and out. No hiding now, she thought, his sense of honor doing crazy things to her. “Yes, I do,” she whispered. “I do.”
He pulled down her panties and his boxers and seconds later, she felt him rubbing against her where she was wet and swollen. He cupped her breasts and stroked her nipples. The friction of him against her most sensitive place stole her breath.
Arching against him, she spread her thighs, aching for him.
He stroked her with his fingers and took her mouth in an endless kiss that made her feel as if she were drowning. With each caress from his hands and mouth, she grew more restless.
“Rafe,” she said, the husky sound matching her need.
He knew what she needed and thrust inside her with one delicious, filling stroke.
“Oh,” she moaned.
“Oh,” he echoed and swore. With a mind-robbing rhythm, he sent her over the top and followed after.
Nicole closed her eyes as she tried to catch her breath. Lying beside Rafe, she couldn’t believe how fast—how easily… She gulped in another breath of air, desperately seeking some measure of sanity.
Their coupling had been so primitive and passionate. Taking him and being taken by him had blown the aftereffects of her nightmare clear to smithereens. How could she have gone from complete terror to pleasure to some sort of strange peace in minutes? How could he affect her so powerfully?
A stab of vulnerability shot through her.
As if he knew, his hand wrapped around hers. After their house-on-fire lovemaking, the tenderness of his gesture made her feel like weeping. She took a deep breath to keep the tears at bay.
“You okay?” he asked in a low voice.
She nodded, but the gravity of the step she’d just taken began to sink in. “We didn’t use protection,” she whispered, pulling her hand away from his and sitting up.
“Yeah, I know,” he said, sitting up, too.
Panic raced through her. “Oh, my God.”
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