“Good.” I try to keep my expression neutral. Not to drool as I devour his tan chest with each tiny reveal. He reaches the last button, and pushes the sides apart, my gaze falling to the veryobvious bulge in his pants. The sight feels like a lick to the inside of my stomach.
Maybe I have changed my mind.
But then Raif makes a gesture, a courtly flourish. Sort ofafter you.“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”
“I’m going. In a minute.”
He casts his eyes heavenward and mutters something in that language I don’t understand.
“Would you just leave?” his low voice demands.
I don’t realize I’m nervous until I find my thumbnail in my mouth.
“It’s just… I haven’t even seen it yet.” Apart from a peek.
“You want to see my cock?”
“Yes,” I admit in a mouse whisper. “I want to see all of you. You’ve seen me.”
His eyes shutter closed, and he swallows. I want to press my teeth over that masculine ripple—I want him to do the same, but over the ripple of longing I experience between my legs. His eyes are almost black as they open again.
“Can I?”
“Yeah. Yeah, you can.”
As Raif peels the black leather belt from the buckle, my body begins to throb like it’s sending me a violent message in Morse code.
“When you’re ready to get on your knees and suck it.”
It takes a moment for that to sink in, the entirety of my brain power directed to my eyes, like I might suddenly develop x-ray vision.
He sticks his hand into his underwear as he makes the most masculine, groany growl. “Fuck.I can’t wait to feel your greedy pulse as I fill you up.”
Yes. Yes, please. Tell me more dirty words.
“Which means I’m not in the mood to let you watch.”
“What?”
He gestures to the door.
“Spoilsport.” I push off the vanity.
“Cock tease,” he returns but it doesn’t sound like an insult.
We’re both smiling, so I’ll call this one a draw even though I feel like I’m missing out as I hear the shower turn on.
20
RAIF
What the fuck?
I pause at the entrance to the kitchen, already late for my first meeting, when the sight of Lavender stops me in my tracks. She’s still wearing her pajamas, the cute ones that seemed to be such an inexplicable temptation last night.
Maybe it was the easy access.
Maybe I need my head examined after making fucking her so difficult. As she’d walked from the bathroom, I’d almost chased her.
