Page 50 of This Time Around

Really,reallygood.

And it certainly explained why she’d turned into a raging sex fiend. Even her morning sickness seemed to have taken a back seat to her libido since Rafe came back into her life.

Huh.

“How about you take a shower with me after my run? Let me wash your hair.”

“Wash my hair, huh?” she said, ignoring her sudden realisation about Rafe and letting her laughter bubble up from within her at his odd request. “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”

Rafe laughed and pulled away. “Cheeky.”

As he moved around the room getting ready for his morning jog, Jane realised—and not for the first time—she could quite happily watch Rafael Bennett all day long and never get bored.

Rafe was a physically stunning man, and the way he moved was effortlessly graceful. Shorter than his brothers by a few inches, but leaner too, his shoulders were broad, his hips narrow, his abs defined and his biceps impressive.

No one would ever look at Rafe and mistake him for anything other than what he was.

Strong.

Disciplined.

The hair on his chest was soft and springy and covered little more than his pecs, but more hair grew below his waist. A sexy trail tapered out from his navel, widening to cover his lower abdomen and encircle his gorgeous cock.

Jane sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and let her gaze linger on the front of his running shorts. If he thought she’d “waxed lyrical” about his dick the day before, it was nothing compared to everything she hadn’t said.

Jesusbut she loved his cock.

It truly was the most perfect dick she’d ever seen, and she’d seen her fair share over the years. Not as many as some but, you know, a few.

She just wished she had someone she could talk to about it, compare sizes and boast about it, but when your BFF was your lover’s little sister, it pretty much guaranteed all conversations about sex and penis size were shoved in the TMI basket to be forever ignored and eventually forgotten.

Sighing quietly, she dragged her gaze away from his crotch and let it settle on his insanely handsome face. Rafe had the face of an angel.

A fallen angel, to be sure, but weren’t they the best kind?

With his dark, soulful eyes and sinfully decadent lips, he drew attention from the ladies wherever he went. Add to that a sharp mind and sharper wit and he really was the whole package.

Good looks, strength, intelligence.

Rafe could have his pick of women and he knew it.

So what the hell does he see in me?

She knew he found her attractive even with her ginger-blonde hair, freckled face and tiny tits. They’d never had an issue where sex was concerned.

No, their differences manifested elsewhere.

Rafe was quiet, contemplative, studious and in a lifelong commitment to common sense. Jane was… none of those things. She was brash, even arrogant, and often lacked the ability to keep her thoughts and feelings to herself, as she’d proven the previous afternoon in her bedroom when she’d spewed her insecurities all over the poor man. The man who’d then said her name in that bossy tone of voice she loved, pulled her into his arms and made everything better.

Almost everything.

The man who, for some inexplicable reason, was insisting on marrying her.

Before having sex.

Weirdo.

“So, what are you doing today?”

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