Mikayla POV
His kiss left me dizzy, my heart racing, and my body aching for more. Izzy had told me Rafe wasn’t coming—that was the only reason I’d even agreed to come out tonight—but now he was here. I was so glad I’d changed my mind, every inch of me tingling, desperate for whatever came next. I felt his hand slide around my waist, pulling me closer as his mouth captured mine. His stubble grazed my lips, rough but intoxicating. I wrapped my arm around his back, pressing him closer, as his tongue swept against mine. My whole body vibrated with pleasure. The cackles from the bar and the thudding music faded into nothing; all I could feel was him and his heat against my body, all I could smell was his manly scent, and all I could think about was the way he made me feel alive.
“f**k, Darlin
