Page 29 of Rafa's Convenient Wife

Kissing me.

On our wedding day.

Their nuptials might not have been romantic, but this kiss was. When his tongue flicked against hers, she saw stars. Her breath caught in her lungs, and she wondered if she was lightheaded from lack of oxygen or from excitement.

Rafa’s powerful arms pulled her in even closer, molding her body to his in the most delicious way. His big hand slid along the slope of her spine to cup her bottom. She shivered at the greedy way he pawed at her.

Wanting him to know that she yearned for him just as deeply, Sky touched his chest, spreading her greedy hands along the hard expanse. She took hold of his collar in one hand and slipped the other to the back of his neck, tugging him down so she could deepen the kiss. He groaned against her lips, and the sound sent a tremor of need and arousal right down to her core.

“Wait.” Rafael tore away from her mouth. He exhaled a shaky breath. “We can’t.”

Her heart stopped. “But—.”

“No.” He pressed a firm kiss to her forehead. “Good night, Sky.”

He practically ran from the room, leaving her in a state of confusion. It was the cruelest sense of déjà vu. Rejected. Embarrassed. Spurned.

Only this time? It was her wedding night.

Dejected, she stumbled to the bed and fell onto it. She rolled onto her side, facing the crib, and hugged a pillow. Yet again, she felt the sting of tears. She muffled her cries with the down feathers and silk.

What is wrong with me?

Why does everyone always leave me?

Well. Not everyone.

Through a haze of tears, she watched Jasper sleep. The last thing her nephew needed was for her to be lost in self-pity and depression.

Stop it.

Stop.

You can’t let Rafael jerk you around like this. Hot. Cold. It’s too much.

There was only one boy in the world who mattered to her—and he was sleeping peacefully in his giraffe onesie. There wasn’t room in her broken heart for anyone else.

Not even her husband.

Chapter Ten

Keep walking.

Don’t go back.

You can’t.

But, God, he wanted to.

He wanted to storm right back into that bedroom, grab Sky, and drag her to his bed.

I want my wife.

And that was a huge fucking problem.

“¡Ay güey!” Beto exclaimed when Rafa burst out of the nearest door and onto a secluded patio space. His younger brother made an irritated sound as he flung droplets of whatever he was drinking from his hand. He had been reclining on one of the loungers with a drink and a cigar. “You scared the shit out of me, Rafa!”

“Sorry.” He caught the scent of aged tequila and asked, “Is that one of the new añejo bottles we released?”

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