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My heart stumbled as I held his penetrating gaze. So slowly it almost hurt, I ran my tongue over my bottom lip, reveling when his eyes darkened further. When my tongue contacted his thumb, he pushed it inside the corner of my mouth. As if under his spell, my lips closed and gently sucked. Raf pursed his lips and breathed heavily, his nostrils flaring with each inhale. A tremble ran through his touch, like he was barely holding back restraint.

“Fuck,” he hissed, confirming my assumptions.

He pulled back abruptly, making my lipspopfrom the loss, and adjusted himself within his tux pants. “Third fucking time tonight, mamacita. The ache is making me feel sick now.”

I burst out a laugh. “You’re your own worst enemy. I’ve hardly touched you.”

His sharp glare locked on me again, and I stilled. “That’s the problem.”

With what sounded like an amused huff through his nose, he then shook his head. “Eat your sundae, Boss Lady.”

If I wasn’t mistaken, there was disappointment in his tone. Regret perhaps. Either way, it almost made me feel a little sorry for him. It was the right call, though. We had already crossed too many lines tonight, and we both had the sense to see that.

Chapter 22

-Raf-

It took all my willpower to not toss my dessert and pin Greer against my Porsche. My dick throbbed painfully, reminding me that I’d been giving without receiving tonight, and my balls were blue because of it.

I could tell she wanted me, or at least wanted to fuck; expressions like hers didn’t lie. Neither did her hardened nipples or the strategic cross of her legs.

Feeling her tongue flick across my thumb almost undid me. It was the first time in a very long time that I’d actually fuckingwhimperedfrom a woman’s touch. That was how bad I craved her. So bad, I could hardly fucking breathe.

Watching her devour her sundae was pure torture. Each pass of her tongue over her lips, every lick of the spoon, every stolen glance at me from under her lashes… It all compounded into one massive problem that I had zero control over; my all-consuming greed for her.

I shoveled back my favorite sundae without tasting a damn thing, and then plucked Greer’s cup from her when it was empty.

After binning the waste, I stalked back to where she waited. I reached around her and slapped my hand onto the roof of my Porsche.

Heat radiated off Greer’s exposed chest; each wave penetrating the thick cotton of my shirt. I swallowed heavily and balled my free hand at my side to stop myself reaching for her. The thought of gripping her hard and roughly pulling her against me had my dick stirring again.

I gritted my teeth against the near overwhelming urge to take her recklessly against the side of my car.

Frustration had me growling harsher than intended. “Date’s over. Get in the car, Greer.”

Confusion created two little lines between her perfect eyebrows. She opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off.

“Please, baby girl. Get in the car. I’m barely holding on.”

Her expression eased into comprehension, and thankfully—mercifully—she complied without argument. I opened the door for her and did all that good shit, but as soon as the passenger door latched closed, I let out a sigh of relief.

She gave me the side-eye when I slid behind the wheel. Questions and confrontations seemed to be poised on the tip of her tongue, waiting for the perfect opportunity to release. Wanting to get the conversation over with, I angled her way and stared. Stared until she grew restless.

“Mamacita, if you’ve got somethin’ to say, just straight-up say it.”

Greer inhaled and opened her mouth, then snapped it shut again with a huff.

I raised both brows, hoping to rile her enough so her words would spill. And after another huff, it worked.

“Why are you doing this? With me?”

Although expected, the question kicked me for six. I reared back and lifted my chin.

“I’m just as confused as you are. Fuck, you’re not what I normally go for.”

Hurt cut across her face. “Gee, thanks.”

I shook my head because she misunderstood. “You’re the type of woman you take home to meet your mamá. The one you can be proud of; the one you want to show off to your family and friends. The one you want to wake next to and fucking cuddle with. Something I’ve never had, or done, before.”

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