Free The Outlaws: Rafe by Connie Mason

couldn't bear it.
    He had her blouse off and her chemise pulled down to her waist when Angela finally found the energy to protest.
    "We can't do this, Rafe."
    "Your body tells me differently.   I know when a woman is aroused.   You want me as badly as I want you."
    "No...I..."
    Her words died in her throat as Rafe swept her into his arms and deposited her on the bed.   He followed her down, holding her body in place with his.
    "Remember how I caressed you and kissed your breasts the other day?" he murmured against her ear.   "I want to do all that and more...much more."
    His hand delved beneath her skirts.   Angela felt his rough palm slide up her leg, lifting her skirts with it.   He grinned up at her, then lowered his head and covered her mouth with his.   He kissed her until she was breathless, until dizziness made her giddy.   When he finally released her mouth, she sucked in a shaky breath and murmured his name.
    "Rafe..."
    Her voice rose on a note of panic.   "I can't think when you're kissing me.
    "Don't think, just feel."
    Held suspended by the wealth of feelings thrumming through her, she watched in trepidation as he untied her petticoats and pulled them down her legs, stared dumbly as he swiftly removed her remaining clothing.   She had no time to contemplate her nakedness as Rafe lifted a firm breast in his hand and took her nipple into his mouth.   She cried out in surprise, arching against him.   His lips drifted lower, leaving a trail of fire down her body.   He pressed hot kisses to her stomach.   She tensed and shifted restlessly beneath his tormenting mouth.   She had no idea such intense feelings were possible between men and women.
    "Angel...Angel, God you're beautiful."
    He shifted slightly.   She heard the dull thud of his boots; then his trousers hit the floor.   Her eyes slammed shut; she refused to look at him.   But she let herself touch.   Naughty though it might be, she rested her palms on his chest.   She heard his breath hitch.   Beneath her questing hands, muscles bunched, shifted, then set.   Encouraged, her hands roamed wider, over smooth expanses of chest, tight and hard and roughened by crisp hair, then over impossibly wide shoulders.
    "You're driving me crazy," Rafe rasped hoarsely.
    Then his hand drifted between her legs and her eyes flew open.   She felt the heavy weight of his sex prodding her softness and nearly swooned when his fingers opened her and caressed her most sensitive, private place.   A jolt of pure pleasure shot through her.   With his hand caressing her there and his mouth suckling her nipples, she felt as if her bones were melting.
    An unfamiliar pressure was building inside her as excitement intensified.   Her senses focused on his wicked fingers sliding inside her, slowly moving in and out.   She felt the invasion keenly, felt it clear to her soul.   Then he did something with his thumb, touched a place so sensitive it sent her spinning out of control.   She arched against his hand, shoving his fingers deeper, writhing against him, moaning shamelessly as pleasure rocked her.
    "That's it, Angel, let it come," Rafe whispered raggedly.   "Ah, love, who would have thought you'd have so much passion inside that small body."
    Angela felt herself drifting amid the stars as tiny tremors burst inside her.   Her wits returned slowly, and when they did, her gaze found Rafe.   He was bending over her, watching her closely, his silver eyes glittering with excitement.
    "Did you like that?"
    "I...what happened?"
    "You experienced sexual fulfillment for the first time.   It can get better than that, Angel, much better."
    Angela's brow furrowed.   She knew nothing of sexual matters.   Her mother had never mentioned the things that went on in the marriage bed, and the poor woman had been too sick to explain had Angela expressed curiosity.
    "Did you feel pleasure?" Angela asked.
    "My pleasure was giving you pleasure.   My satisfaction will come later,