diverting my eyes.
The scallop was grilled to perfection, crisp on the outside and tender on the
inside. The orange sauce exploded against my tongue. My grid was obliterated as
I sought to experience every sauce and flavor combination the dish had to
offer.
“Okay.”
He deliberately stretched the word out. “I’m not a Templar?”
My
head shot up. “Why did your voice lift at the end?”
He
shrugged.
My
thoughts skipped back to the time we played twenty questions along the Potomac
River, when Rafael revealed he’d been too busy avenging his parents’ death and
training for special ops to fall in love. My heart sank. “Please tell me I
didn’t sully a celibate knight.”
I
waited with baited breath while the waiter cleared our plates. He deposited two
new glasses of wine and two wide rimmed bowls cradling poached quail eggs and
black truffles on a bed of corn sand.
Rafael
grinned. “You didn’t sully a celibate knight.”
“Quit
responding like you’re telling me what I want to hear,” I half gritted, half
whispered.
A
single eyebrow rose along his forehead. “I’m pretty sure I’ve been sullying
you.”
I
stared at him. Rafael was skirting the issue. There was something about the way
he answered those questions...”
He
leaned across the table. “They’ll be serving chocolate mousse and bica tonight.”
Wow.
Talk about a diversion. My cheeks heated when my nipples
pebbled through the dress.
Rafael
laughed. “Perhaps we should head home.”
I
tried not to smile. “I suppose I deserve that.” I endured the quail egg, the
delicate slices of cod hung with clothespins on a miniature clothesline, fried
lamb with a pistachio crust, some fruit dish called a pre-dessert, a red wine
cake pop, the bica , and the chocolate mousse before Rafael agreed to
take me home.
He
drove like an old man.
I
growled at him the entire way.
Rafael
didn’t show a bit of interest in me until we stepped inside the elevator. When
the doors slid closed, he grasped my wrists and pressed me against the polished
metal wall. He planted a well-muscled thigh between my legs. “How was the bica? ”
He layered open-mouthed kisses all along my neck.
“Good.”
My eyes slid closed. I was praying the elevator wouldn’t stop on any other
floor.
Rafael
growled his rebuke before biting my neck.
“Awful,”
I amended. “The bica was awful.”
“And
this?” His tongue traveled the full length of my throat.
My
legs clenched his thigh. “This… is good.”
His
teeth raked the sweet spot behind my ear. “How was the chocolate mousse?”
“Barely
tolerable,” I lied.
He
released my wrists so he could slide his hands along my thighs. My dress inched
up dangerously high. The elevator pinged. Rafael lifted me so that I was
straddling his waist. He pulled the zipper down the back of the dress as he stumbled
across the lobby.
I
cried out as he yanked one sleeve down and latched onto my breast. My body trembled
with need.
Rafael
shifted me in his arms so he could swipe the card through the reader. “I could
make love to you every minute of every day and still ache for you.”
Our
eyes met, and I knew. Knight or not, I belonged to this insatiable man. “I love
you,” I whispered.
His
pupils dilated as he pushed the door open and kicked it closed. Rafael threw
the card and the key fob on top of the counter. He pulled the dress up and over
my head while he strode through the apartment.
I
fumbled with the buttons on his shirt.
Rafael
dumped me onto the bed. The cold satin sheets slid enticingly against my heated
skin. Rafael made short work of his clothes before kneeling on the bed. He removed
my thong and climbed back up my body until we were perfectly aligned. Then he
allowed the full force of his muscular physique to settle on top of me.
I
tried not to smile. He’d left the lipstick red heels on my feet. “I believe you
were trying to prove something?”
Rafael
forced my chin up with his forehead. He licked my
The scallop was grilled to perfection, crisp on the outside and tender on the
inside. The orange sauce exploded against my tongue. My grid was obliterated as
I sought to experience every sauce and flavor combination the dish had to
offer.
“Okay.”
He deliberately stretched the word out. “I’m not a Templar?”
My
head shot up. “Why did your voice lift at the end?”
He
shrugged.
My
thoughts skipped back to the time we played twenty questions along the Potomac
River, when Rafael revealed he’d been too busy avenging his parents’ death and
training for special ops to fall in love. My heart sank. “Please tell me I
didn’t sully a celibate knight.”
I
waited with baited breath while the waiter cleared our plates. He deposited two
new glasses of wine and two wide rimmed bowls cradling poached quail eggs and
black truffles on a bed of corn sand.
Rafael
grinned. “You didn’t sully a celibate knight.”
“Quit
responding like you’re telling me what I want to hear,” I half gritted, half
whispered.
A
single eyebrow rose along his forehead. “I’m pretty sure I’ve been sullying
you.”
I
stared at him. Rafael was skirting the issue. There was something about the way
he answered those questions...”
He
leaned across the table. “They’ll be serving chocolate mousse and bica tonight.”
Wow.
Talk about a diversion. My cheeks heated when my nipples
pebbled through the dress.
Rafael
laughed. “Perhaps we should head home.”
I
tried not to smile. “I suppose I deserve that.” I endured the quail egg, the
delicate slices of cod hung with clothespins on a miniature clothesline, fried
lamb with a pistachio crust, some fruit dish called a pre-dessert, a red wine
cake pop, the bica , and the chocolate mousse before Rafael agreed to
take me home.
He
drove like an old man.
I
growled at him the entire way.
Rafael
didn’t show a bit of interest in me until we stepped inside the elevator. When
the doors slid closed, he grasped my wrists and pressed me against the polished
metal wall. He planted a well-muscled thigh between my legs. “How was the bica? ”
He layered open-mouthed kisses all along my neck.
“Good.”
My eyes slid closed. I was praying the elevator wouldn’t stop on any other
floor.
Rafael
growled his rebuke before biting my neck.
“Awful,”
I amended. “The bica was awful.”
“And
this?” His tongue traveled the full length of my throat.
My
legs clenched his thigh. “This… is good.”
His
teeth raked the sweet spot behind my ear. “How was the chocolate mousse?”
“Barely
tolerable,” I lied.
He
released my wrists so he could slide his hands along my thighs. My dress inched
up dangerously high. The elevator pinged. Rafael lifted me so that I was
straddling his waist. He pulled the zipper down the back of the dress as he stumbled
across the lobby.
I
cried out as he yanked one sleeve down and latched onto my breast. My body trembled
with need.
Rafael
shifted me in his arms so he could swipe the card through the reader. “I could
make love to you every minute of every day and still ache for you.”
Our
eyes met, and I knew. Knight or not, I belonged to this insatiable man. “I love
you,” I whispered.
His
pupils dilated as he pushed the door open and kicked it closed. Rafael threw
the card and the key fob on top of the counter. He pulled the dress up and over
my head while he strode through the apartment.
I
fumbled with the buttons on his shirt.
Rafael
dumped me onto the bed. The cold satin sheets slid enticingly against my heated
skin. Rafael made short work of his clothes before kneeling on the bed. He removed
my thong and climbed back up my body until we were perfectly aligned. Then he
allowed the full force of his muscular physique to settle on top of me.
I
tried not to smile. He’d left the lipstick red heels on my feet. “I believe you
were trying to prove something?”
Rafael
forced my chin up with his forehead. He licked my
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