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Chapter 8 of "A Dark Kiss of Rapture" kicks off with thrilling moments: I was wrong, he thought. Not hard and fast. Not with her. Slow and deep.... Read more!
I was wrong, he thought. Not hard and fast. Not with her. Slow and deep. Decadent. He could give her that, after all.
Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled her beneath him and gave her what they both needed.
7
Kim wiped her mouth with a napkin. âYouâve seriously never seen this movie before?â
Raze lay on his side with his head in his hand, his gaze moving from the television to where she sat cross-legged on the bed beside him, drowning in his shirt. âNever even heard of it.â
âWow. I love this movie.â She stabbed another piece of impossibly tender steak with her fork. She lifted it to her mouth, focusing only partially onThe Ghost and the Darkness. The naked man sprawled across the bed next to her was much more fun to look at. âPatterson went to Africa with a dream and a plan. And then he had to fight to hang on to it. I just love that. Do you like it?â
âI like watching it with you.â He smiled and ran a fingertip down the side of her thigh. âI like watching you eat, too.â
âI donât know whatâs the matter with me. I donât usually get hungry after sex, but Iâm freakinâ starving now.â Of course, it wasnât usual for her to have sex for nearly three hours nonstop, either. She was pretty sure that if her damn stomach hadnât growled, heâd still be inside her. The thought made goose bumps sweep over her skin.
âAre you cold?â he asked, displaying that amazing perception sheâd appreciated all night. It was the nail in her coffin, she knew. There wasnât a woman alive who could resist a man who paid attention to her, who made her feel like she was the only other person in his world.
âNo.â She pushed aside the longing that kept reminding her it was there, just under the surface, waiting for her to acknowledge it. âIâm feeling piggy, eating while youâre not.â
âDonât. Iâll get something when I need it.â He squeezed her gently, then let go. âAnd youâll need the energy.â
Invigorated by the promise of more mind-blowing sex, Kim ate faster. Raze turned his oddly beautiful gaze back to the television, and she let her mind sift through the impossibilities of the evening.
Christ, he was beautiful. It was stunning how gorgeous he was. His features were heartrendingly perfect, from the bold slash of his brows to the strong line of his jaw. His eyes were compelling; the irises lit like amber in candlelight. His lips were sinful, not just in their sensual shape but also in what they could do to the female body. His nose was elegant, and his cheekbones a work of art. Everything about him was divine.Like a fallen angel, she mused fancifullyâblessed with looks that drove every rational thought from a womanâs head and wicked enough to take advantage of that gift.
She almost sighed like a smitten teenager.
And the best part was that his miraculousness was more than skin deep. Despite his devastating attractiveness, she was as comfortable hanging out with Raze as with her friends. There was no awkwardness, no wariness, nothing to ruin their easy companionship. It was in her nature to be cautious. Not only was that trait necessary for the painstaking work she did, but it was also a result of how a family of cops had raised her. You could never look close, dig deep, or be careful enough.
But Kim could accept that some people just clicked. She had friends whom sheâd known would become valuable pieces of her life from the moment she met them. That didnât explain why she wasnât at least partially scandalized by the things she and Raze had done to each other since she arrived. There wasnât a centimeter of her skin that didnât know the stroke of his fingers or lash of his tongue. He knew parts of her body better than anyone, better than even she did. And his erotic abandon goaded hers.
Sheâd lost all inhibition. She had done things to him that sheâd never imagined doing and loved every minute. There was nothing in her head about playing fair or returning favors. She pleasured him because she couldnât help herself. She pleasured him because it made her feel as good as when he pleasured her. Heâd shown her that any sexual act could be intimate and mutually pleasurable if she had the right partner. She didnât think there was anything she wouldnât let him do to her or anything he could ask of her that she wouldnât do to himâa man she hadnât known existed just a few short hours ago.
He glanced at her, caught her staring, and smiled. The curve of his gorgeous mouth was wicked, but the heat in his eyes was tender and warm.
Her chest tightened, warning her she was wading into treacherous waters. Taking a deep breath, Kim set her fork down and wiped her mouth again. âThank you for dinner.â
âDid you enjoy it?â
âWasnât it obvious?â
âIâve heard stale chips can taste delicious after sex,â he said wryly.
She laughed and stood, collecting her tray from the bed. âI absolutely enjoyed it. Iâve enjoyed everything since I arrived.â
Taking the dishes back out to the living area, she took a moment for herself, debating whether she should get going nowwhile the getting was good. She considered it long and hard, but the thought of returning to her apartment alone made her stomach knot. And the idea of leaving Raze bummed her out so much that she knew she couldnât go until it was absolutely necessary. It wasnât like they worked together or had the same friends, or even lived in the same city. So what if she moped a little after it was over? He wouldnât be around to see it. He wouldnât be around as a constant reminder of what she couldnât have.
âHey,â Raze called out. âYour phoneâs vibrating.â
She went back to the bedroom, which was softly lit and intimately welcoming. It smelled like him and sex and delicious food. She really didnât want to be anywhere else. Looking around for her bag, she found it on a chair near the closet, several feet away from the bed. âHow can you hear the buzzing over the television?â
He shrugged.
Digging her phone out, she looked at the screen and sighed at seeing her brotherâs name. She answered without preamble, âItâs a little late, isnât it, Kenny?â
âWhy the hell arenât you answering your phone?â
âBecause I was busy. And itâs late.â