Rafael's One Night Bombshell

They were halfway down the block before the man in question stopped to face her. His hands slid up her arms as he gazed into her face. “Are you sure about this?”

No, but she was not about to admit that. Hadn’t she just said it had been ages since she’d let herself be picked up by a man in a bar? Actually, she’d never done that before. Well, she could now cross “Pick up stranger” off her bucket list.

Not that it had even been on there in the first place.

She took a deep breath and then nodded. “Yes. I’m sure. Unless you’ve changed your mind.”

“About your name not being Bonnie? Or about this?”

Then his lips found hers and every other thought she’d had vanished.

* * *

The second they hit the room at the hotel, his fingers smoothed across her hair, quickly finding the elastic at the back of her head and sliding it over her locks, freeing the messy knot she’d formed before she’d gone out. The whole mass tumbled free, spilling halfway down her back.

Before she could even cringe over how crazy her waves probably were from the humidity of the day, his voice rumbled above her.

“Hermosa. Me encanta su cabello.” Even as he murmured it, he wound her hair around his hand, tipping her head back. “Tu novio es un idiota.”

The flood of Spanish whisked up her spine, her brain scooping up the words and translating them with ease.

Wow. The man was as hot as they came.

The fact that he’d called her fiancé an idiot made him even hotter. It also gave her a shot of courage. Winding her arms around his neck, she went up on tiptoe, surprised at how far she had to stretch to get to his lips. Too far. She couldn’t reach, unless he bent down. “No more talking.”

“Agreed.”

His fingers went to the back of her fitted blouse and found the zipper, sliding it down with ease.

Okay. That was more like it. Sweet heat fizzed through her tummy and bubbled up her chest, making her shudder.

He stopped. “Okay?”

Far too okay. “Hurry.”

Up went that sexy smile.

The zipper finished its journey, and the back of her blouse parted. His palm skimmed down her skin, seeking something but not finding it.

“Dios mío.”

This time it was Cassie who smiled. She was small enough that she didn’t always wear a bra, and from his reaction she was glad today was one of those days. Coming here with him was the right thing to do. She was sure of it.

Her top fluttered over her shoulders and down her arms, landing on the floor at her feet. Rafe’s fingertips trailed over her collarbone, but didn’t venture any lower. Instead, he moved behind her, twisting her hair and dropping it over her left shoulder. It whispered over her nipple, sending a ripple of sensation through it that jetted straight to the region due south of her breasts. His lips went to the side of her neck, kissing softly, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin he found there.

“Bonnie, open your eyes.”

The name jarred her, threatening to send her libido plummeting through the floor. Then she did as he asked, not even realizing she’d closed her eyes. She wasn’t sure how he knew they were closed since he was behind her, and she couldn’t see...

Her gaze found his.

That’s how. There was a mirror over the dresser in front of her. She swallowed as she took in the two of them standing there. Rafe’s head was still tilted, his lips less than an inch away from the skin he’d been kissing. All thoughts of the fake name skittered out of reach as his hands slowly skimmed up her abdomen, over her ribcage, his left palm dipping under her length of hair. When he reached her breasts he covered them. The sight was heady. And unsettling. And when his fingers parted, catching her nipples between them and pinching, her lids slammed shut again as a wave of need crashed over her.

He could take her right now, and she’d come.

That’s what she wanted.

“Open.”

She blinked again, although her eyes didn’t seem to want to co-operate.

His teeth caught her neck, mimicking what his fingers were doing to her breasts. Squeeze. Release. Squeeze. Release.

“Open.” His words were softer this time. Almost a growl.

Her eyes were already open, so what did he...

A knee nudged the back of hers.

Oh, lordy. Her lips parted, her lungs dragging in air that suddenly seemed still and heavy, while the spot between her legs pulsed with heat.

Somehow she made her feet shuffle apart, the heels of her shoes giving a warning wobble.

“Encantadora.” His hips nudged forward, a ridge of hard flesh finding the groove between her buttocks. His hands left her breasts and traveled down to her hips, holding her in place while he slowly pressed against her again and again. All the while his gaze held hers in the mirror.

She was going to explode, very, very soon, if he didn’t...

He stopped moving, and all her fears about things ending too soon screamed at her for being an idiot. His hands found hers and lifted them, placing them flat on the smooth wood of the dresser. “Mantenerlos allí.”

Keep them right there.

Gulping, she somehow managed a nod, then felt an air-conditioned breeze slide over her calves, up the backs of her knees...her thighs.

Having her hands on the dresser had tipped her forward at the waist, and Rafe was gathering the fabric of her maxi-skirt in his hands, bunching it time and time again, until the whole length of it was up over her behind, baring her legs and exposing her underwear. Not a thong, but small enough that she started to shift.

“Don’t move.”

Heaving in breath after breath, she watched as he removed his wallet, opening it and removing a small packet. Here it came. The moment of truth. If she was going to tell him no, now was the time to do it.

Are you kidding me?

Her body evidently had a mind of its own, because it was screaming all sorts of protests at her.

He set the packet on top of one of her hands, sending another shiver through her. Did he want her to take it?

No. He’d told her to leave her hands where they were.

She heard the snick of another zipper. His, this time.