The trail of kisses Rafael butterflied across my exposed skin pushed me closer to breaking point.
“Just once, mamacita,” he murmured against the tender skin just below my ear, adding a nip that brought back old warning signs.
“No biting,” I breathed out.
“No biting,” he echoed, running lips over the shell of my ear instead.
My mind offered a million reasons to pull away, but my body gave a million more to arch closer. My pelvis brushed against his jean-clad erection and sent sparks scattering skyward.
I closed my eyes to steel myself, yet all it did was heighten every sensation. Could I give into temptation, just once, then ignore our chemistry?
With each graze of his fingers up and down my arms, the line that separated my morals and my actions grew narrower. As both of Raf’s hands tracked the curve of my waist and scorched their way up my torso, my breath deepened.
It had been too long since I’d had someone touch me this way. He effortlessly awoke dormant cravings, and I was torn as my mind wandered in never ending circles of wanting versus resisting.
Rafael smoothed a hand up my neck and tipped my chin up. “Don’t you wonder what it would be like to kiss a guy like me?” He chuckled, as if he’d been created purely for that purpose.
When I didn’t answer, his knuckles brushed along my jaw. “I bet you’re curious as hell, mamacita. Because I know I’m not like the others before me, and I know I’d have you on your fucking knees before I was done.”
He was right; Iwascurious to find out if he kissed as good as his honeyed words implied. It was, after all, ‘just once’.
I blindly shoved him away as I fought for breath.
“Wait. You’re turning me down?” He looked genuinely surprised after he stumbled back a pace.
Was I?
As if my body was nothing but a puppet guided by other’s actions, I ignored his incredulous tone and strode to my door. I took a deep breath and firmly closed it, acutely aware that I was willingly on the cusp between right and wrong.
Turning back to Raf, the burning heat in his eyes stripped away every status that stood between us; client, representative, money, background, education, careers, morals—they all disappeared until we stood face-to-face as simply as well could. As a man and a woman. No more. No less.
Once that realization sunk in, I let my deepest fantasies shamelessly speak for me.
“You can kiss me on two conditions.”
Chapter 16
-Greer-
Raf smirked in response to my ultimatums. “Which are?”
The lust darkening his irises belied his outward casualness.
I took a deep breath, stepped close, then laid out my terms. It was my way of regaining a sense of control of a situation that had me reeling.
“This happensonce.Then, we never speak of it again.”
He swallowed thickly and his voice came strained. “And the other?”
“I want you to kiss me like you’ve never kissed a woman before.”
His pupils dilated, taking his primal edge to a new level. “No need to ask me twice.” He grabbed me lightly by the throat, testing my boundaries. When my mouth fell open with a gasp, a devilish smirk formed on his.
“You like that, Boss Lady?”
He backed me to the most private corner in my office—the one where the mirror was—then crowded my space as my back hit the wall.
“Like a little rough play,” he mused aloud, looking me over at close range with blatant eroticism that made my legs unstable.