“Okay, now tell me that again, but closer this time.” I frown. “Huh?” Without breaking eye contact, he unbuckles his belt. The thawp of leather passing through loops makes me stiffer than the loudest crack of a hammer ever could. “Come over here and tell me you don’t want to fuck me,” he says quietly. Ice freezes my veins. When I glance to the door over Raphael’s broad shoulders, he laughs darkly. “Silly girl,” he rasps, gaze flashing with molten amusement. “Your eyes always give you away.”
