“I will have to kill every man who looked at you,” he said.
“I don’t think that will be necessary. The room is pretty dark,” she said. She began moving to the music, which was still playing.
Rafe was trying to concentrate on their fight, but he was quickly losing the battle. How could he stay angry when she was expertly pushing every button he had?
“Untie me, Ari,” he said.
“Nope,” she said. “But I will undo the rest of these nasty buttons for you.” After she finished unbuttoning his shirt and parted it, her hands glided across his chest. “Mmm, you are so spectacular, Rafe.”
He groaned when she bent down and ran her tongue along his lips, not quite connecting their mouths, but teasing him while her hands stroked his chest.
“Baby, I will make you sing if you just let me out of these ropes,” he promised, wanting so much to reach up and unclip the bra she was wearing.
“It’s your bachelor party, Rafe. I think I’ll be the one making you sing tonight,” she said. She stood up and turned around, wiggling her h*ps before bending over and touching the floor, giving him a nice view of her thong-“covered” derrière.
“Hot damn, Ari, I like that outfit,” he gasped as she backed up and rubbed herself on his lap. “I really need to touch you,” he moaned.
She turned around and smiled, glorying in the control she held. Rafe struggled more against the restraints, but he wasn’t making any progress. The men had locked him down tight.
Ari turned back around and then undid his pants, sliding them down to the bottom of the chair and freeing his pulsing hard-on to her view.
“Yum,” she said as she ran her finger from the tip to the base and then back, circling the wet head.
Then she stood back and reached to the front of her bra, unclasping it and letting it slide down her arms, releasing her beautiful br**sts. She did another little twirl, making them bounce, and causing Rafe’s mouth to go dry.
She took off her skirt and stood before him in a small red triangle of fabric that just covered her core, a black garter belt and fishnet stockings, and the sexiest damn red heels he’d ever seen.
Turning in a circle, she lifted her arms, dancing seductively to the music, making her br**sts sway as she moved toward him. Leaning down, she rubbed one of her br**sts across his mouth, and he quickly latched on to the nipple, sucking it inside his mouth and running his tongue over the hard peak.
Before he could do more, she pulled back, her eyes glazed with passion.
“Oh, that’s good, Rafe,” she said as she bent down and kissed him — just a fleeting moment of their lips touching.
Then she kneeled before him and quickly sucked his arousal into her mouth, making him cry out as she took him deep, then set up a seductive rhythm matching that of the music, making him nearly lose his mind.
Before he embarrassed himself and released in her mouth, she stopped, climbed back up his body and kissed him again, rubbing her luscious br**sts against his chest.
He was going to explode before he got the chance to enter her.
His only salvation was in the fact that she was just as hot for him, just as ready to come.
Turning around, she backed up to him, sliding her panties out of the way while looking over her shoulder as she gripped him tight in her hand and guided him inside her from behind. Rafe looked down at her rounded behind, wanting so much to take it in his hands, squeeze the feminine flesh as she sank down on him.
Bending over so her hands touched the ground, she began moving her h*ps up and down his shaft, setting up a rhythm pleasing to them both, her bu**ocks hitting his legs as she slid all the way down his length.
“Oh, Rafe, this is good,” Ari cried as she sped up, sliding up and down him in a frantic need to give them release. Just as he was nearing his peak, she stopped, pulling her body from his. He cried out his displeasure.
It didn’t last long. She straddled his legs and then sank back down on him, continuing her breathless rhythm as her br**sts mashed up against his chest and she grabbed his head, locking their mouths together.
Within a few minutes, she screamed as her orgasm overtook her, her tight heat gripping him while she continued to slide up and down. Rafe shouted out with her as he felt the pressure build, and sweet release finally overtook him.
When the last of their tremors fell away, she went limp against him; neither spoke while they caught their breath.
“That’s one hell of a bachelor party,” Rafe said with a chuckle. “Now will you untie me?”
“Oh, sorry. I completely forgot.” Ari bent down and undid his legs first, and then his hands.
Rafe rubbed his tender flesh before picking up the ropes and looking at her with intent.
“Hey, I’m not the one who tied you up,” she said, backing away. But Rafe could see the excitement in her eyes. She wanted this.
He made a move toward her and she ran around the pool table.
Perfect!
He caught her and then she was his.
The rest of the night he found out just how many ways he could make her beg for mercy. They barely had the energy to walk to their waiting car as the sun began rising in the sky.
Chapter Forty-Six
It was her wedding day, and she couldn’t believe it. After so much heartache and trauma, she was about to marry Rafe Palazzo. No second thoughts, no worries stared back at her when she looked in the mirror.
She was a little tired and had woken up alone in the early afternoon with circles under her eyes, but a makeup artist had worked magic. She was now dressed in her perfect gown, with her hair, makeup and nails done expertly, and she had about two minutes before her bridesmaids came in.
“You are stunning, Ari.”
Ari turned to find Lia standing inside the door. Ari hadn’t even heard it open.
“Thank you, Lia. Thank you for being here now, and for the last three years. I don’t know what I would have done without you,” Ari said as she moved forward and wrapped her arms around her friend.
“You would have been fine because you are beautiful, smart, talented and a real prize for any man. All you have to do is let me know if my brother isn’t treating you right, and I’ll come and straighten him out,” Lia said with a twinkle in her eye.
“I have a feeling that you enjoy terrorizing Rafe,” Ari said with a laugh.
“Oh, he well deserves it for the numerous pranks he played on me while I was growing up,” Lia said.
“Where’s Rachel? I thought she would be here by now,” Ari asked; she realized it was getting close to time to walk down the aisle and yet there was no sign of Rachel anywhere.