Rafe walked slowly as I pointed the way to my bedroom, his hand warm around mine, the subtle pressure sending shivers through me. Each step felt deliberate, measured, as if he was savoring the distance between us. Every brush of his shoulder, every gentle press of his thigh against mine sparked fire along my nerves.
The rain outside had started to drizzle again, tapping against the windowpane like a heartbeat, the scent of wet earth drifting in, mingling with his warmth, with the faint scent of his cologne. My body quivered with anticipation. Every sense was focused on him.
“Lena…” His voice was low, husky, almost inaudible. “You feel so alive tonight.”
I glanced up at him, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. “Then don’t resist me, Rafe,” I whispered, fingers tightening around his palm, pu
