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While he wasn’t looking, I quickly slid out of my floral tank and replaced it with his t-shirt. The lingering scent of his cologne enveloped me inside the warm fabric and made me sigh dreamily. Yeah, a woman coulddefinitelyget used to this.

“Here you g-” Raf paused mid-turn and cursed.

His lips got a nervous lick as he looked me over, now dressed in my little denim shorts and his black crew-neck.

“Fuck, Greer.” He visibly searched for more words, only to come up empty. A twitch worked his jaw for one, two, three beats before he set down the freshly brewed coffee.

My face was cupped in his heated palms within a blink. “You just took sexy to the next level.”

“But, I’m just wearing your shirt,” I replied, dropping my attention to his mouth.

“Exactly.”

His lips descended onto mine and swallowed my reply. The kiss wasn’t urgent or explosive this time. No. It was the tortuously slow. Luxurious. The toe-curling kind. The type of kiss felt throughout every cell in my body, and it still wasn’t enough.

We broke away much too soon and exchanged an enamored smile. The tenderness of Raf’s touch sang to me and claimed another part of my heart. I gave myself permission to let him in a little more. He was, after all, standing topless in my kitchen making coffee after earth-shattering sex.

His fingertips trailed across my forehead and he tucked a wayward strand of hair behind my ear. My ink-free skin contrasted with the intricate designs etched onto his chest as I ran my hands over the smooth, defined muscles.

“I’ve now seen yet another side of you.”

A hum vibrated under my palms. “Is that so?”

“Mmhmm.”

Rafael’s eyes sharpened. “Which is?”

“The part I assume you don’t let many people see.”The part that’s blindingly beautiful.

Raf scoffed. “The pussy side of me, you mean?”

I shook my head adamantly. “The raw and pure, incredibly kind part of you.”

His expression closed, and he pulled away from my space. After handing me the coffee, he leaned against the opposite counter.

“I’m away Monday week for a day or two.”

Our previous conversation died with the new one. Although frustrated that he shut it down, his planned absencedidpique my interest.

“Oh, yeah?”

The cocky smirk returned. “It’s not what you think, mamacita. I’m flying to Portland to inspect and purchase a car for a client.”

“What type of car?”

“‘59 Cadillac Coupe deVille.”

“That’s going to be a long trip home.”

Raf let out a humorous snort. “Cars like that ain’t built for speed, baby; it’s all about theexperience.”

I hummed dismissively, having absolutely no experience in that area and, therefore, nothing to compare it to. “I’ll take your word for it.”

The wry look on his face was telling. “You’ve never been cruising in something old school, have you?”

“Never.”

He spoke around his rolling laughter. “Oh, Greer, I’ll take you out sometime in my Hemi Dart; you’re in for a treat.”

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