Come by Becca Jameson Read Free Book Online

familiar, so right. She glanced around, wondering what someone would think of them at a glance. They could easily be mistaken for long-time lovers instead of a newly matched couple on their third date.
    She smiled.
    Rafe set his chin on her shoulder and tapped his foot to the rhythm. He whispered into her ear again. Did he have any idea how that affected her? She held her breath as he spoke, aware of every inch of her skin. “I love this place. It calms me.”
    She could see the allure. He wasn’t kidding. But she wasn’t particularly calm at the moment. Her entire body was alert. Her nipples pebbled beneath her tight shirt and sheer bra. She was glad it was dark enough that no one would notice. When he spread his palm wide against her belly, she felt the possession clear to her pussy.
    Her clit came to life. Her jeans seemed suddenly too small. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, causing Rafe to press into her stomach tighter as she adjusted her stance. Nothing eased the pressure on her sex, however.
    His other hand, draped across the first, held his beer, which he tapped in time to the music against his knuckles.
    Katy swallowed. She’d never been so intensely aroused with anyone. Was it the music? The atmosphere? Or Rafe?
    She knew the answer to that question. The man had grabbed her interest from the moment she’d plastered herself to him outside her uncle’s gym. He’d played along so easily, comfortably allowing her to pretend they were a couple without missing a beat. And she would never forget the way he’d opened his mouth and eased into hers with his tongue, as though instinct had driven them both into a deeper embrace that wasn’t strictly necessary.
    The task of convincing her boss she had a boyfriend could easily have been accomplished with a simple peck. From inside the car, the man couldn’t possibly have seen the intimate way Rafe teased her tongue, the way he gripped her ass with his hands, molding his fingers around the globes and almost lifting her off the ground.
    And there was no way in hell the man in the car could have heard the soft sounds Katy emitted as the table turned and Rafe took possession of her before she’d known what the hell happened.
    Rafe definitely captured her interest. And he held it tighter with each passing day. Whatever his rules of dating entailed, she hoped he had some magic third-date exception that lifted some of his hesitation.
    She closed her eyes and listened to the music, or tried to anyway. It seemed as though the sounds in the room swirled together to form a unique blend of noise that reached inside her and set the stage for her mood. No one dissonance stood out any longer. The package controlled her mood.
    She was aware of every movement Rafe made, her ears nearly ringing with the musical background as though she were wearing earplugs that dampened the tones and brought every touch to the forefront. He lifted the bottle to take a drink, his chin rising from her neck. She could feel his throat as he swallowed. She was that close to him.
    And the condensation on the bottle dripped again onto her bare shoulder and ran down between her breasts. She was on fire. The cold drops of water making her aware of her burning need.
    When Rafe set the bottle against her neck, she rolled her head onto his other shoulder and moaned. She gripped her own beer tighter, afraid she would be consumed by him and drop the bottle on the ground.
    Rafe chuckled, lowered his arm back under hers, and then rocked her world by licking the moisture from beneath her ear. “God, you’re sexy.”
    Katy inhaled sharply, every inch of her body wishing she were naked in his arms. She could feel the wetness building between her legs and wished it were socially acceptable to turn around and fuck the sexy god behind her against the wall. She hardly cared what anyone around her would think. She was that far gone. He had cast a spell on her. And she wanted more.
    Katy’s hand shook as she