Rafe’s body.
Rafe’s hard cock pressed into her belly.
She smiled against his red shirt.
He wanted her just as much.
She pressed into his crotch. He pulsed against her. God, she wanted him. Wanted him to fill her—fill that aching empty place inside her body. Inside her soul.
She leaned upward and pressed her lips to his.
Sweet, sweet kiss. He opened for her. Ran his tongue across first her upper lip and then her lower before easing it into her mouth. The citrusy tang of his drink mingled with the juniper and olive of her martini. Different. Different and delicious.
Rafe.
His arms tightened around her and he ground his hardness against her. Their kiss continued, aggressive and timeless. Angie no longer cared who saw her, who was around her. Were there others on the dance floor? Or were she and Rafe alone? Were they still in the bar, or were they holding each other outside, under the stars?
She groaned into his mouth, took all she could from him and gave. Yes, she gave. Gave the kiss of a lifetime to this man who made her crazy. So crazy.
One hand wandered downward, and she began to rub her palm against the bulge in his jeans.
She felt, more than heard, his groan.
They danced, they swayed, they kissed. One.
They were one.
“Time to cut in.”
Amber’s voice cut into her fantasy. A shadow jerked her from Rafe.
“What in God’s name are you two doing?” Amber quickly inserted herself between them and continued the dance with Rafe at a reasonable distance. “Go outside and hose yourself down.”
Angie shook her head to clear it. What had she been thinking? What had they both been thinking? She’d been ready to rip her shirt off so she could feel Rafe’s silky tongue on her hard nipples. Had Amber not intervened, she might have.
She headed out the back way to the parking lot. The crisp night air wasn’t cool, but at least she could breathe. A few minutes later, Amber appeared.
“Tom and I managed to keep their father’s attention away from you two, thank God. What were you thinking?”
Angie stared into space. “I don’t know. I honestly don’t know.”
“Well, he was obviously thinking the same thing.” Amber let out a huge breath. “I told him Tom said it was time to get his dad home. After he came back to earth, he agreed and apologized all over the place.”
“So you didn’t have a whole dance?”
“Angie, I had no desire to have a dance with your man.”
Her man? The words trickled over her like warm honey.
“I was just trying to keep you two from getting arrested. You were making quite a spectacle. If I hadn’t stopped you, you’d have been having sex on the floor of the Bullfrog.”
“I think I have a little more self-control than that.”
“Not from where I was standing. If you don’t believe me, ask Tom. It was his idea for me to cut in.”
Angie jolted back to reality. God. Rafe’s brother. And Rafe’s father. “His dad didn’t see us, did he?”
“Weren’t you listening before? Tom kept him occupied. I don’t think he noticed.”