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swallowed, unsure if she could form words. What did he mean by that loaded question? She twisted her face toward his and met his gaze. “Depends.”
    A slow smile spread across his lips. “On what?”
    Boldness took over Katy and possessed her. “I’ve never been this aroused in my life. If you plan to finish what you’ve started back at my place, I’m ready to leave. If you intend to pretend it never happened and withdraw from me, then no. I’d rather stay right here until I orgasm against this wall in this crowded bar. Because, Rafe, that’s how close I am.” She bit her lip between her teeth as his eyes widened. She wasn’t sure if he was shocked by her words and her boldness or if he’d truly been unaware of her level of desire.
    Heat filled her face as she waited for him to comment. With each second she grew more embarrassed by her brash words.
    She glanced away from his face and scanned the room, her arousal freezing at his silence. The bar was more crowded. People were packed in, their backs all she could see as they watched the band and swayed to the music. She was glad, because her shame was burning against her cheeks.
    Had she misread Rafe’s advances? Was it remotely possible that wasn’t his rock hard cock pressing against her back?
    Suddenly, her world changed scenes. Rafe released her and leaned down toward the floor so fast, she almost fell. She realized he’d set the bottles on the floor against the wall, and when he returned to his full height he turned the tables on her, plastering her back against the wall and gripping her waist with both hands. She almost floated as she gripped his forearms. Her eyes widened as she tried to read the look on his face. His intense gaze was serious. Was he mad?
    And then his hands grazed up her body from her waist to beneath her breasts, almost lifting her off the ground with the pressure. He stroked the undersides of her breasts with his thumbs, and then raised them to press against her nipples.
    Katy gasped. His touch was unlike any other she’d ever experienced. Firm. Hard. Intense. Smoldering.
    He nudged her feet apart with one leg and ground his knee between her legs against her pussy.
    She moaned. This time she knew it was her. Her eyes fluttered. She couldn’t maintain the intensity of his gaze, which never left her face. So fucking hot, she thought she would combust.
    Her clit throbbed. She pressed into his thigh, brazenly.
    Rafe’s hands lifted higher until he held her under her armpits, his thumbs rubbing her nipples rapidly. She sucked in a quick lungful of oxygen, unable to get enough. She grew lightheaded as her need rose. The blues seemed to melt her body while at the same time Rafe forced it to attention in contrast to the music. He played her like an instrument. She would never again be able to listen to the blues without remembering this moment.
    As she held her breath, Rafe added one last touch, lifting his thigh and rubbing it against her pussy, forcing her open wider, pressing her hard against the wall. “Come.”
    One word, and she shattered. Her entire body shook as spasms raced through her pussy. Moisture flooded her panties and dampened her jeans from the intense orgasm.
    She’d never come that hard. Never felt anything like that before. And here. In a public bar. Clothed. Against the wall.
    Rafe held her gaze as she came back to earth. She started to glance around as she realized how blatantly wanton she’d behaved in public. But Rafe lifted one arm to grasp her chin. “Eyes on me. Don’t worry about anything else.”
    She stared at him, obeying his command and releasing her anxiety to the wind. Who cared what anyone else thought? What mattered most was that a man she’d only met by accident last week at her uncle’s gym had entirely consumed her and held her attention as though she were a prisoner to his whim.
    And she couldn’t think of any place she’d rather be.

Chapter Six
    Rafe leaned forward, encompassing his good