Rafe turned on his phone’s flashlight, giving the room a faint glow so I could see. I stepped aside and reached for the lamp instead.
“You can turn it off now, thank you,” I said, not looking back.
A sudden warmth closed in behind me. I turned, and crashed straight into Rafe’s chest. I hadn’t realized he was already that close.
“Lightning,” he murmured, voice rough with restraint, “you’re doing so many things to me.”
His arms came around me, pulling me closer.
“You’re doing the same, Rafe,” I managed, my heartbeat tripping over itself.
He tipped my chin up until my eyes met his. Desire blazed there, fierce and unguarded.
“I’m trying to take things slow,” he said, his voice low and deliberate, “but you’re not making it easy, Lightning.”
A nervous laugh slipped out, the sound trembli
