Iris's POV
Our mouths crashed together again, tongues sliding hot and urgent. His hand slipped under my sweater, palm scorching against my bare skin as he cupped my breast, thumb circling my n****e until it peaked hard.
“Rafael,” I breathed into his mouth. “You’re gonna kill me.”
“Not before I make you come at least twice." He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest. "You owe me after teasing me all day in that tiny bikini.”
“Teasing?" I smiled against his lips, nipping back. "You’re the one who dragged me into the kitchen and humped me like a horny teenager while your daughter was right upstairs.”
“Guilty,” he admitted, voice husky. He pinched my n****e just hard enough to make me gasp. “And I’d do it again. I couldn’t keep my hands off you.”
"Then don’t stop now." I
