A soft moan slipped from my lips, and Rafael pushed me back further, my spine nearly meeting the cold wood if one of my palms hadn't braced me.
My other hand pressed against his chest, breaking the kiss.
We opened our eyes and locked gazes, panting, desire blazing between us.
This time, there was no frustration on his face. Only a deep, aching look, begging to be eased.
"Rafael, not here." I bit my lower lip.
He cursed under his breath, impatient, before lifting me effortlessly and carrying me toward the bedroom.
He bounced my back onto the plush bed and pinned me down.
His eyes were full of intent and lust, yet there was something warm in them too, something that made my chest bloom with heat, like standing in a sunflower field under a gentle sun.
"You look beautiful." He kissed my cheek, then smiled.
"That's what every man says to get a woman under his blanket," I teased, my lips curling into a smirk.
