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lifted her beer to her lips. She needed a drink. Her mouth had grown dry. As she tipped her head back and let the icy cold liquid run down her throat, her shirt rose a few inches, enough that Rafe’s splayed fingers now rested against her exposed belly. He dipped two fingers into her jeans and grazed them against her skin. His hand was so big, he covered nearly all of her stomach. As he tapped the bottle he held with his other hand in rhythm to the beat, the cool glass repeatedly hit her belly button. Condensation pooled and ran down into her jeans.
    Rafe seemed oblivious to her plight. He hummed to the music and tapped his foot and his hand against her until she thought she would explode with the need to have more of him.
    It was so unlike her. She hadn’t had time to date in the last few years. And the few men she’d gone out with in recent months had not lit a spark anywhere close to the one igniting her since she’d met Rafe.
    A couple squeezed by Katy to grab a spot on the wall next to her. Rafe pulled her in closer, as if that were possible. She became aware of his cock pressing into her lower back. He wasn’t unaffected by her either. In fact, she grew bold enough to wiggle against him, praying it would pay off.
    Forget his rules of dating. Katy never slept with a man this early in a relationship. She wondered if the very fact that he’d insisted on keeping things at a snail’s pace was enticing her to want him to speed up the process. Withholding sex was in itself a turn on. Was it a ploy?
    She didn’t give two fucks right then. She wanted him to crave her the way she desired his touch.
    “Imp,” he whispered into her ear as he bucked his ass away from her squirming butt. “You’re playing with fire.” The words without his tone of voice could have been a warning, but from Rafe they sounded like a promise. God she hoped so.
    Katy’s skin heated as the band moved on to another song. She didn’t know enough about blues to discern one from another, but she considered the possibility of learning more if this was how she would feel every time she listened to a blues band. She suspected the majority of her mood was caused by the man holding her more than the sensual tunes coming from the stage.
    Lulled by the heat, Katy leaned her head back and rested it fully on Rafe’s shoulder.
    Rafe lifted his beer and rolled it across her exposed neck and chest. It felt heavenly, the contrast making her breasts tighten and her nipples plead with her for attention.
    When Rafe lowered his other hand to her thigh, she closed her eyes entirely. Her vision had gone blurry anyway. She was that aroused. He gripped her leg with firm pressure and stroked his thumb to the music, every brush of his hand grazing precariously closer to her pussy.
    She might have moaned. She wasn’t sure. Or maybe Rafe did. Either way, she seemed to melt.
    Rafe took her beer from her hand and held both bottles between his fingers, continuing to tap them against her chest. She was grateful not to have to concentrate on holding the bottle any longer. She wiggled her arms under both of Rafe’s and reached back to grab his belt loops. It gave her something to do with her arms, but she immediately felt more open and exposed to him. She held on anyway, afraid she would simply slink to the floor in a pile of goo if she did anything else.
    One of the bottles rested against her breast now, and Katy felt the chill of the contents through her thin camisole and lace bra. Her nipple hardened further and she gripped his belt loops tighter.
    Whether by accident or design, she wasn’t sure, but Rafe dragged his hand up her body from her thigh to her breasts. His thumb brushed through the folds of her pussy, nearly collapsing her knees. If he noticed the way she sagged, he didn’t comment. He seemed to hold her up, her breasts resting on his forearm.
    When his lips landed on her ear again, she flinched as though he’d broken a spell. “You want to leave?”
    She