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This marked the first outing in the Hemi Dart with a passenger, and I couldn’t think of anyone better to pop that cherry than Greer. She did, after all, hold my heart in one hand and my balls in the other.

When I returned to the rear garage, I glanced around in confusion, not seeing Greer anywhere. Mild apprehension gathered in my gut as I turned and strode into the sunshine.

“Greer?”

“Over here,” her melodic voice called from out of sight.

Entering my private backyard, it felt like an explosion detonated within my ribcage.

She was there, stilettos perfectly lined side-by-side on the path, standing in the middle of my manicured lawn with her arms outstretched and toes massaging the grass under her feet.

If I had the ability, I’d make a replica of her out of marble and place it exactly as she stood. Like a fucking Goddess calling me to stand with her, she further imprinted on my soul. I knew then that I would never be able to crave another again. It was her, all her, and nothing but her. Greer consumed me on every level, and as I stepped close and smoothed an arm around her waist, I longed to tell her so.

Her outstretched arms dropped to weave around my neck. “I haven’t felt grass under my feet for so long. I needed this.” She released a contented sigh and relaxed against my chest.

Wordlessly tilting her chin with my forefinger, I dropped a kiss on her expectantly parted lips and devoured her until my lungs were as breathless as my heart.

Chapter 34

-Greer-

Standing in the middle of Raf’s lawn and being kissed until the stability vanished from my knees, sealed my fate.

The sheer passion in the way he held me spoke to my soul. I was entirely at his mercy. His fingers, adorned with words and symbols inked under his beautiful brown skin, dropped to the curve of my throat and applied pressure in a display of gentle possession.

To be kissed—ravished—with such a cliche mix of tenderness and impatience, infused life into my entire being.

My back arched and my fingernails scored across the top of Raf’s head as he swept me away in an unexpected torrent of affection.

We should never have been. Our kingdoms should never have touched. But here he was—the uncut diamond with a heart of gold, tearing down my walls and staking his claim.

He hummed into my mouth, the sound a mix between pleasure and pain.

“You need to stop that,” he murmured huskily.

I let out a soft breath while my heart pounded. “Stop what?”

“Stop making it so easy to want more of you.”

The somersault in my chest induced a sudden ache. I flicked my eyes back and forth between his, suddenly out of my depth and drowning in the exposed emotions beneath the surface.

“But I’m not doing anything special.”

“Exactly,” he whispered. “You’re just being you.” Raf turned me in his arms and ran his nose down the length of mine. “The more you’re within my world, the more Iwantyou here. With me.”

We held the same breath as we silently searched each other’s eyes. When the intensity became too much, Raf kissed my mouth and wrapped me in an overpowering bear-hug.

“So, uh…” he started, then abruptly stepped back and ran a hand over his head.

Affection tumbled throughout me to see the confident, street-racing King stammer his way through the uncertainty of not knowing what to do next.

“Raf.” His eyes lifted to mine. “Don’t overthink it. Take me for a ride in your car, then bring me back here because I have an overwhelming urge to count the thread-count of your sheets.”

Raf let out a shocked cough that morphed into a hearty laugh. “Shit, mamacita, that’s the best damn idea I’ve heard all day.”

I let out a whoop of laughter when he scooped me into his arms and strode to the garage with my legs wrapped around his waist.

“My shoes!” I exclaimed.

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