Chapter 167
Raphael’s brow furrowed, a dark frown settling on his face. He looked at me with those honey-fire eyes.
“What is it? Do you want me to beg? Is that it?” he asked. He let out a short, rough breath. “I have never begged for sex. I’ve never had to. But if that’s what you need to hear… I’ll drop to my knees right here. It’ll be our little secret,” he whispered, “Just you and me in this room. No one else has to know what happens behind this door”
“I’d know…” I said stupidly and then I noticed a strange smile on his face, I couldn’t make sense of that one look and it terrified me even more.
He lifted one hand, crooked a finger, “Come here,” he ordered.
I stood frozen against the door. My heart was a frantic drum, but my feet were betraying everything I knew was safe and took a small, sliding step forward.
“Closer,” he rumbled.
I moved again. One inch or two. The heat coming off his wet, tattooed body was reaching out to me, pulling me in like a tide.
“Closer,” he whispered.
I took another step, my heels sinking into the plush carpet. I was close enough now to see the way the golden light danced in his eyes and the way the water was still drying in the dark hair on his chest.
“Closer.”
I took the final step. I walked right into the V of his legs, my thighs nearly brushing against the hard muscle of his knees.
Raphael tilted his head back, looking up at me. From this angle, he looked even more like a predator, sharp jaw, dark stubble, and those eyes are going to be the death of me. He reached out, his large, warm hands hovering just an inch away from my hips, keeping his promise not to touch me unless I wanted it.


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