Rafe pushed off the car and stalked a few steps away before turning back to grin at me. “Stop it.” “Stop what? I didn’t do anything.” “You didn’t need to. Your thoughts are written all over your face.” “Oh yeah?” I challenged. “Let’s hear it then, mind reader. What am I thinking?” “You’re thinking about how if I walked over there right now and pushed your knees apart, you’d let me. You’d let me run my hands beneath that skirt, and up your thighs. And how you’d let me kiss you until you begged for more.” He cocked his head to one side and studied me with a gaze that made me feel completely
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