“Hmmm. Well, Dave keeps his Love Shack really well equipped. Collars and cuffs and paddles, oh my.”

  “Oh my, is right.” She giggled, took the penis soap, and began washing up, laughing again when she nearly dropped the slippery sucker. “Now I know why I didn’t find the soap earlier today. You must have leaned me against a button on the wall or something.”

  “You’re right.” He felt the wall behind her and found the switch. The panel closed.

  Kerry reached behind her and opened it again. She took a few half-steps to the corner of the shower and peeked inside. “What other goodies are in there?”

  Rafe pulled her back. “You know what they say about curiosity and the cat.”

  She snorted. “Killer sex toys? Dave is extreme, but come on. Let me see.”

  “I’d rather surprise you.”

  But she already had her hands on something big and purple. She turned it over. Rafe groaned.

  “Butt Buddy,” she read the name on the bottom of the six-inch rocket-shaped plug. She looked up at him with a grin. “Want to make friends?”

  “Want to get real? Now if you’d like to become acquainted—”

  “No thanks.” She shuddered. “No more than one new orifice per day, I always say.”

  Rafe’s rueful smile had her grinning. “When did you start saying that?”

  “Now?”

  “I figured. In that case . . .” He grabbed the anal plug from her grasp and moved toward the compartment. He put the purple rocket away, then extracted something else, shielding her view with his body.

  “All right. What are you hiding?”

  “A little something you may find . . . tempting.” He turned and presented her with an item that made her drop her jaw in the vicinity of her knees.

  Kerry stared at nine inches of red shimmer jelly goo shaped like a well-hung, very hard erection and burst out laughing. “Little? Are you serious? That would stretch any woman out more than her first yoga class.”

  Wearing a roguish smile, Rafe lifted the screamingly bright dildo and examined it. “You’re not impressed by”—he read the wording at the base—“Glitter Dong?”

  Holding her laughter in was not an option. “Is that really its name?”

  “Check it out for yourself.” He held it out to her.

  With a shake of her head, Kerry shied away. “I’ll take your word for it.”

  “Want to make friends?” he teased, turning her words back on her.

  “I have plenty of friends, thanks. And I wouldn’t classify something intended to prowl any and all of my orifices as one.”

  “Glitter Dong may surprise you.”

  The sin in Rafe’s voice stopped her. Did he want to use it on her? Watch her masturbate with it? She’d heard some guys were into that. At the thought Rafe might demand a little floor show here in the shower, fear and excitement blended into an exquisite shiver. Could she do it?

  Rafe brought out the daring in her, the woman in her. Yet she always felt safe, never rushed, never threatened. Being with him was so easy . . . especially when pure thrill pumped through her blood.

  “How will it surprise me?” She scoffed. “By making me glow?”

  “If the orgasm is good enough . . .”

  “Oh, stop. Seriously.”

  His smile teased her. “Glitter Dong has special features.” Rafe grabbed her hand, brought it forward, and placed the dildo in her grasp.

  Its texture was definitely artificial and warm only where he had touched it. When Tiffany had received something similar at a bachelorette party, Kerry had only had one thought—tackier than a rusted truck on cinderblocks in the front yard of a double-wide. Why would any bride-to-be want such a thing when she could have a flesh-and-blood man? But the idea of using it to drive that flesh-and-blood man mad with want put a whole new spin on the concept of owning this little toy.

  “Oh, and what would those features be?”

  “Obviously its size and color.”

  “Obviously.” She rolled her eyes.

  “It’s harness compatible, I’m guessing.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Let’s just say it provides a female the ability to strap this sucker on and see what it’s like to be the driving force during sex.”

  “For real?” Kerry knew she looked like the wide-eyed naïve virgin she’d been until an hour ago. Oh, well. “I could attach this to some sort of harness and . . .”

  “Fuck someone? Yeah.”

  “Male or female?” What a strange, amazing thought.

  “You got it.”

  “Who dreams up this stuff? Clearly someone with a mind more wicked than mine.”

  Rafe laughed. Not surprising, really. He’d probably known more about sex toys by the time he was twelve than she did today.

  “See these suction cups?” At her nod, he fastened it to the black marble bench in the large shower. “If you were so inclined to sit there, it wouldn’t move while you took your pleasure.”

  “And you’d watch?” Heat crept up Kerry’s cheeks when her purely informational question came out like a personalized invitation to a voyeur.

  “In a heartbeat, babe. I’d love to watch.”

  Kerry’s mind raced. Her blood churned until she could hear it racing in her ears. Could she do something so personal with an audience?

  “I don’t know if I can—”

  “You can. Try,” he whispered, hands clasping her hips. “I want to see you.”

  With hot fingers, he guided her to the shower bench, then lifted her onto it with little effort. Hard tile met her knees. Kerry trembled as she glanced down to see the dildo rising tall and thick between her legs.

  Arousal tangled with fear, heightened by a dash of the forbidden. The feeling was so familiar when Rafe was near. Kerry swallowed. She felt herself hesitate and moisten at once. Harsh breaths pumped her chest once, twice.

  “What if it hurts?”

  “Then you’ll tell me and we’ll stop.”

  She stared at him, into his silver eyes. There she saw not just heat, but warmth. He wanted her, wanted her pleasure, yes. But he would keep her safe, too.

  There was no denying he knew how to make her feel incredibly good. And that the thought of driving him mad with desire held huge appeal.

  “Kerry?”

  Biting her lip, she nodded, earning her a wicked smile.

  Slowly, he began urging her hips down with the gentle vise of his fingers.

  Lord, her friends would say she had to be twenty kinds of crazy to take on an oversize dildo just so she could arouse the man who watched. But as her vagina, now slick beyond belief, touched the red penis-shaped toy, the expression on his face heated like a solar flare—hot, lashing, not to be denied.

  An answering flash of lust burned between her legs. Her clit throbbed.

  She continued lower, down, feeling the dildo stretch her fully. Rafe lifted one hand to her shoulder and eased her down another inch. She whimpered at the pleasure/pain.

  “Almost there, babe.”

  She closed her eyes, shaking her head. “No. No more.”

  With fingers biting into her hips, Rafe helped her rise until she stood on her knees again, then he urged her down once more, taking a bit more of the dildo into her. “Ease into it.”

  She gasped at the sensations, burning, pressure, pleasure. Still, Rafe had filled her equally. A glance at his erection, now right in front of her, confirmed the comparison.

  Kerry repeated the motions again, finding a rhythm and depth that pleased her. Pleased? Heck, drove her mad. Thick pleasure rose and swelled, threatening to crest and overtake her like a riptide to a drowning victim.

  “Touch yourself,” Rafe whispered, caressing his way up her torso to palm her breast. “Show me how you drive yourself wild.”

  His inflaming words arced through her, burning away any shyness. Caught up in the fervor, she lowered her fingers to the pale thatch of curls between her legs and swirled them over her clit. Rafe watched, his eyes darkened with approval, with a promise to drive her higher.

  “Yes,” he whispered against her ear. “You’re so damn sexy.”

  Need flowed through her body. Her muscles clasped the dildo, her gaze helplessly locked on Rafe’s, knowing he watched every movement. Her thighs trembled with effort. So, so close . . . She groaned. The fact Rafe appeared to grow harder with every stroke only sent her toward the precipice faster.

  He bent and captured her lips then and plunged his way inside, deep, deep in her mouth. She tasted the sizzle of desire in his kiss. The bite of his fingers into her hips, the crash of his mouth on hers, the ragged drag of air into his lungs—those all paled in comparison to the feral, sexual promise in his gaze when he pulled away, panting hard.

  Kerry didn’t want to come alone, which was a serious possibility unless she did something soon.

  When he stood before her, rolling each of her pointed nipples between his fingers, Kerry did the first, most effective thing that came to mind: She lowered her mouth to his cock. His musky scent mixed with the water sluicing all around her. The tang of salt rasped on her tongue. And his groan . . . as wonderful to hear as a favorite song.

  “Oh, Kerry. Oh, yeah, babe. That’s it.” His sizable hands slipped into damp hair, wrapping strands around his fingers, guiding her up and down. “So good.”

  Encouraged by his verbal appreciation, she ran her tongue on the underside of his erection, slipping over the engorged head. Swirling, licking, savoring, she sucked him until her cheeks hollowed, until she saw his thighs tremble. Until he stiffened against her tongue.

  Suddenly, he groaned and withdrew his penis from her mouth. “Gotta be inside you. Now.”

  With his left hand, he reached out of the shower and grabbed a condom from the counter. With his right, he extracted the big red toy from her body and tossed it to the tiled floor with a clatter. So close to orgasm, she cried out. Rafe’s look silenced her. His nostrils flared as he devoured her with a silver gaze so intent, anticipation licked like fire up her spine.

  Here stood a man who wanted her, a man who would not take no for an answer, a man who intended to possess her so thoroughly she would never forget it. The thought made the tension in her belly ratchet up a notch.

  “Rafe—”

  “Gotta feel you tight and slick. Gotta get deep into you.” He tore open the condom’s packet and sheathed himself. In one quick motion, he turned her around, her back to his chest, and lifted her leg until her foot rested on the bench.

  Like this? Would he really take her like this? Kerry’s heart beat with a wild rhythm as her body throbbed in time. Finding her next breath definitely took a backseat to getting Rafe to touch her, fill her. The sharp arousal in her belly gouged her restraint. The ache . . . God, she needed him inside her, around her, whispering his every desire in her ear.

  His fingers found her clit at the same time Kerry felt the head of his penis meet her slick opening. She whimpered and lowered herself down as much as her bent knees would allow. Her greedy body clasped onto the head of his thick stalk, trying to suck him inside. Those fingers circling the button of nerves above her entrance had her crying out his name.

  With a firm grasp on her hips, Rafe surged up in one quick thrust, stretching through pliant muscle and tissue. He drove home, all the way, his tip probing at the entrance of her womb. In this position, she felt him everywhere, stretching her wide with a delicious bite.

  Rafe withdrew slowly, so slowly it was pure torture. Then he rocketed back inside her, grazing her tingling, ultrasensitive flesh. Then he slanted the shower head in front of her, right at her clit. The pound of the warm spray hit the needy bud with a steady, insistent rhythm. She gasped at the staggering sensation. Her head fell back against his shoulder.

  Tunneling farther inside her, Rafe shaped a calloused hand over a taut breast, pulling at the hard point of her nipple. Every roll and pinch shot arrows of sensation straight between her legs. His lips moved on her neck, nipping gently, sending shivers of thrill down her spine. Kerry rocked back against him in silent pleading.

  “You feel me inside you?” He nipped at her lobe, breathed over her neck.

  “Yes,” she moaned. “God, yes.”

  “There’s nothing like this.” He grabbed her hips and began pistoning in and out of her. “Nothing like the feel of you hot and tight and mewling when I get deep inside. Come for me.”

  With his words and the feel of his hard body claiming her in a relentless pound of pleasure, Kerry’s arousal soared. As every inch of him poured into her like liquid lust, he ignited all her sensitive nerve endings. Her heartbeat roared in her ears so loudly, it drummed out the pounding of the water, everything around her except Rafe’s panting demand.

  Tighter and tighter the pleasure strung, coiling into an orgasm so violent, she wondered if she’d survive it. The power of it built and built, towering above anything she’d ever known. Her body throbbed for release. Even her pebbled nipples pleaded into the warm haven of his hand.

  “Oh, Rafe.” She was on fire, burning . . . consumed. “More.”

  And he obliged.

  His next thrust buried him so far inside her, Kerry could nearly taste the overwhelming rapture. Hard and heavy, he filled her faster than lightning, branding her. The mounting orgasm screamed just under her burning skin. It was going to swallow her whole, and she wanted it more than anything. Behind her, his chest heaved with effort. He grew harder still and doubled his effort, filling her fiercely, deeper with each jackhammer stroke.

  Every time he filled her, Rafe stole away her sanity. As the tension escalated again, Kerry whimpered. And then she exploded, disintegrated, fell apart in his arms as the pleasure swept her away to the oblivion of ecstasy. Rafe pulsed inside her contracting walls, tightened his fingers on her, and shouted out his release.

  Lava-hot pleasure spiked again, and Kerry could only soar with it as the exquisite sensations burst through her. She cried out, the stars alighting in her vision, bright, exhilarating, full of promise.

  Then the stars faded. She exhaled once, twice, trying to catch her breath. Heck, trying to remember her name.

  A minute passed, maybe two. Neither moved.

  Doing her best to ignore the sudden vulnerability that crowded her worse than shoppers at a Christmas Eve sale, Kerry concentrated on the now lukewarm water pelting her shoulders. But the need for Rafe to hold her overwhelmed her and would not go away. Somehow, he’d possessed her so thoroughly, he had laid bare her soul. She felt too open, completely without defenses, as if the only thing that would heal her now was his touch.

  As if he felt her yearning, Rafe planted his palm on her abdomen and curled his body around hers in something close to a hug. Grateful for the contact, she closed her eyes and sank back against him. Even as the water cooled a degree more, his warmth seeped into her. Tears pricked the tired sockets of her eyes.

  She shouldn’t think about what would happen later, not today. But later she wouldn’t have this anymore. Rafe would be gone from her life as quickly as he’d entered it.

  “You amaze me,” he whispered as he turned off the water, then planted a gentle kiss on her shoulder, on her neck.

  She amazed him? He was the one who dared her within the safety of his arms to scream with pleasure until her throat felt raw, then left her emotions spilling out of her like a wound in need of a tourniquet. Talk about amazed. Tears scalded her eyes as he continued to plant slow, sweet kisses along her shoulder blade, her nape. Besides the fact his half-hard penis was still lodged inside her, he’d connected their bodies from shoulder to ankle, as if he wanted to touch every part of her. His body heat combined with steam in the shower cubicle, the slight rasp of his body hair everywhere, and the tender stroke of his fingers over her belly, overwhelmed her.

  Why was he so gentle? When he was like this, stopping the fantasy that Rafe was her man was impossible. He made it too easy to pretend he cared, that they could have a future. She had no defenses against him. The possibility of falling in love felt a little too real.

  Oh, God. Was she sinking slowly, giving her heart to him bit by bit? Another tear fell.

  No, no, no. This was just sex. The emotion must stem from the suddenness, the unexpected jolt of the naked connection between two sexual partners. That had to be it. She knew next to nothing about him except that he was intelligent, sexy as hell, and liked to sleep in the middle of the bed. That didn’t add up to love. Lust? Oh, yeah. With him, she could see a major orgasm addiction being a problem. The tears, they had to come from lack of sleep, of food. Of common sense, that pesky voice told her.

  Shut up! she silently told it.

  Falling in love with someone as unattainable as Rafe made playing in traffic look downright brilliant. And she wasn’t stupid. After all, he came from money, was geographically undesirable, and probably had more women clinging to him than road kill has flies.

  Falling in love had probably never crossed his mind—and it shouldn’t. As a couple, they were as inconceivable as a sumo wrestler modeling for Victoria’s Secret.

  There, now she felt better. Really. And if she kept telling herself that enough, maybe it would eventually be true.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  Kerry gathered her thoughts long enough to nod and hoped he would mistake the tear that rolled from her cheek and onto the forearm he’d slung across her chest for mere water. If he found her crying, she’d be more embarrassed than the time she’d had to wear a secondhand dress on her first day of high school.

  “Fine.”

  “If I pushed you too far, I’m sorry. With you . . . I lose my mind.”

  If she wasn’t careful, with him . . . she’d lose her heart.

  Another soundless tear tracked down her cheek. Another dribbled to her chin. Her throat ached as she held the rest in. How could she keep opening herself to him again and again?

  Yet how could she refuse him after promising him forty-eight hours of commitment-free sex?

  Frowning at Kerry’s weirdly quiet mood, Rafe set her omelet on the table, along with a piece of toast. Both times now she’d been reserved after sex.