“But you can start looking into getting that fixed now.”
“Yeah,” I agreed.
I was surprised, though, how I wasn’t already looking at apartment listings.
“You don’t seem eager.”
“I think I’m just… processing.”
Raff nodded as he pushed off the door and moved toward the desk, placing his hands flat on my new desk.
“Processing the business possibilities again?” he asked. “Or more personal things?”
I couldn’t help but have my gaze sweep away, pretending to look at something on my laptop. Because I wasn’t sure I could lie to his face.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Raff pressed my laptop lid closed, making my gaze shoot up automatically.
“Yeah, Lula, you do.”
I swallowed hard and tried to force some indifference into my voice even as my pulse sped.
“Really?” I asked. “You, of all people, are going to read into a casual hookup?”
He was silent for a second, the only sign that he was affected by my words at all being the muscle that ticked in his jaw.
“A casual hookup,” he repeated. “You’re right; I’ve known more than my fair share of those. Which is why I’m as close as you can get to an expert on what those are. This,” he said, waving between us, “is not that.”
“This… isn’t anything,” I clarified. “It was just… a road trip fling.”
“Yeah? That why your eyes look swollen, like you’ve been crying?” he asked. His hand reached out, tracing the line of my bracelet. “Or why you’re wearing this?”
“It’s just a bracelet.”
“And you have dozens of others you could have worn. But you wore this one.”
“It doesn’t mean—” I started, but the lie died on my tongue.
“You can’t lie to me, huh?” he asked as he moved around my desk. “But are you lying to yourself?”
He grabbed the arms of my chair and turned me to face him.
“Admit it, you haven’t been able to get me off your mind since you walked away from me at that airstrip.”
“I…”
I couldn’t think of anything to say. I couldn’t think of anything at all except how close he was to me, how much I missed that coconut-lime-rum scent of him, how much I missedhim.
“I’ve been thinking about you,” he told me. His hands slid down the arms of my chair, over my thighs, down my calves, then back up. “About how you gasp when my cock slides inside you.”
Just the mention of it had my body reacting—my sex clenched hard as fire surged through my veins.
“About how you writhe beneath me and beg for more…”
His fingers teased the hem of my skirt, then slipped under, following my thighs to the juncture, then pressing between.
“Yeah,” he said as a whimper escaped me and my legs fell open to invite more. “You’ve been thinking about me.” His fingers moved beneath my panties, tracing my cleft without the barrier. “Or you wouldn’t be so wet for me already.”
