Iris's POV
My legs still felt like they didn’t belong to me.
I leaned against the side of the SUV, jeans only half-pulled up, trying to catch my breath while Rafael cleaned us both up with a shop rag he’d grabbed from the workbench. His come was still dripping down my thigh. Every time I shifted, I felt the ache between my legs,deep, used, exactly how he’d left me. My hands were shaky. My lips felt swollen. The garage still smelled like s*x no matter how much we tried to air it out.
“You good?” he asked, voice low, still rough from what we’d just done.
“It depends on what good means.” I managed a weak laugh and finally yanked my jeans the rest of the way up, wincing. “I don’t think I can walk straight. Chloe’s gonna notice.”
Rafael didn’t step back. He tossed the rag aside and crowde
