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He relaxed back and paused when he saw my expression. “What?”

An incredulous laugh escaped. “Nothing. Just surprised, I guess.”

Raf chuckled. “And what? I like berries; the sweeter, the better.”

His eyes dropped suggestively to my lap where the high split in my dress showed a lot more sitting down than when it did standing.

I fought against the urge to attempt to cover up, and the heat on my cheeks intensified when Rafael’s eyes met mine again.

He coasted forward to the open window, paid the cashier, then received our sundaes in silence. Handing them both my way, he then cruised into the parking lot, reversed into a park, and cut the engine. Without a word of explanation, he exited the car and rounded the hood. My door popped open seconds later.

“Out you get, Boss Lady.”

“What?”

Raf ignored me and plucked the sundaes from my hands. “No eating in my car. C’mon.” He dashed his head to the side, then moved rearward.

Unbuckling in haste, I slid from the passenger seat. I caught Raf’s heated gaze following my every movement; eyes roving from my ankle to my hips, and finally bust once I was standing.

“It’s rude to stare,” I teased, as I met him at the trunk of his car.

He casually leaned his ass against it and handed me back my sundae. “Couldn’t help but appreciate the view.”

I smiled softly without deflecting his compliment, focusing on scooping sundae onto the little plastic spoon.

Raf’s focus followed the arc of the spoon lifting to my lips, and he licked his as I sucked the ice cream off.

He cleared his throat roughly. “Good?”

I smiled internally, knowing I had fractured his normally cool and nonchalant composure.

“It really is. Want to try some?”

Despite his eyes narrowing a fraction, he nodded. “Sure.”

I expected him to pluck the tub from my fingers again. Instead, he pushed off the car and stepped close. Watching. Waiting.

Suddenly unsure, I stopped stabbing at the sundae. When Raf ducked slightly, I then grasped his meaning.

He held my eye contact, and I held my breath as I lifted the spoon to his parted mouth. His tongue came out to meet the spoon first, just as it had when he kissed me in the car earlier. The sight made me breathless and wanton. It was incredibly sexy, and confrontingly intimate.

He hummed, breaking my daze. “It’s good. Wanna try mine?”

“Oh, you have some first.”

He waved me off. “I’ve had this countless times before, so I can wait until you’ve had a taste.”

I didn’t miss the added weight to his words. It echoed in the shadows of his eyes and resonated deep in my core.

Opening my mouth in wait for his spoon, I smiled nervously when he pinned me to the spot with his intense stare. His attention only wavered and dropped when I closed my lips around the spoon.

I saw his heavy swallow. Heat unfurled low in my belly. Our chemistry was undeniable. Crackling and magnetic, electrifying the air around us.

Raf withdrew the spoon at a painfully slow pace, running his tongue along his lower lip as he did so. And I swore I heard a low growl rumble within his chest.

When I went to lick the residual ice cream off my lip, Raf anticipated the action. I startled when his warm hand cupped my jaw, then relaxed when his thumb pushed against the corner of my mouth.

“Lick,” he demanded, low and gritty.

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