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His eyes flicked to hers; emotions swirled in them. “And what you feel now.”

She opened her mouth to deny it, but he shook his head, and lifted a finger to her lips, pressing it to her. “Don’t lie to me.”

She squeezed her eyes together. “But I’m not that person. I thought I could be more like Lisette or you, that I could do the casual sex thing, but it’s just not… I know I’m boring and old-fashioned, Ra

fe, but I can’t help that.”

“You were neither boring nor old-fashioned when you were in my bed.”

She blushed to the roots of her hair.

“Ivy? Stand up a moment.”

She blinked up at him, uncertainty washing across her face. “Why?”

“I want to show you something.”

Curiosity fired inside of her and she did as he said, lifting to her feet. There was still a height gap between them, but less so.

“Well?” She prompted, waiting for him to speak or do something.

Slowly, as though she might startle at any point, he curved his palm around her cheek, and ran the pad of his thumb across her lower lip. She opened her mouth in response and he dropped his head, his lips meshing with hers, his kiss gentle, at first, before deepening, moving into a place of demand and need.

She swayed forward instinctively, whimpering deep in her throat as she felt his tight body hard against hers.

“You want to get over him?” He kissed the question deep into her soul.

The sob that bubbled out of her was unexpected. He lifted his head, and that same sense of challenge and determination ran across his handsome face.

“Yes.”

“I’ll send a driver to pick you up this evening. You’ll come to my house, and together, we’ll put him out of your mind.”

She stared at him, doubts making her mute.

“Say yes.”

She shook her head. “Why?”

He lifted a hand and ran it through her hair. “Really?”

“Yes. I mean, I’ve never… done what we did… before. But you have. You do. Right? That wasn’t new for you.”

His expression flashed with impatience. “You were new to me. You were different.”

Pleasure flamed inside of her, but she tamped down on it urgently.

“Steve … when we broke up, I didn’t see it coming. We were together a long time and then, bam, it was over. He moved out, moved on, and I’m left behind, still trying to find a rhythm to my life, to work out what the heck I’m doing with myself.” She shook her head angrily.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m not telling you that because I want your sympathy. It’s just… I can’t get hurt again, Rafe. I can’t.” she said seriously.

His eyes narrowed, his attention focussed on her face.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Ivy. I’m going to make you fly.”

CHAPTER FIVE

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