That Hot Night

Janey’s lips curled into the barest hint of a challenging smile. “Yeah? Think you can go around issuing threats to me, do you? Prove it.”

My jaws clenched hard at her words, and I clasped her hand so we were palm to palm, and guided her off Bo’s property to the small parking area near the main road. “Last chance to back out Janey.”

She smiled through her nerves and it only made me like her more. “See you soon, Rafe.”

I pulled her towards me until we were chest to chest, and I smiled one more time before pressing my lips to hers in a slow, fiery kiss that would certainly show her how excited I was about having her again.

“Not soon enough,” I growled and took a step back, and then another and another until I stood beside my car. I got in, hit the gas and made my way to Janey’s as quickly as I could.Janey“I don’t know what it is about pizza that makes it taste so delicious cold, but I hope I’m never too old or too mature to enjoy cold pizza.” As far as I was concerned, cold pizza was an American delicacy, and when it came after hours of hot, sweaty sex and multiple orgasms, well I was pretty damn sure it counted as one of the world’s greatest wonders.

Rafe smiled up at me from his spot on my bed, flat on his back with his fingers locked behind his head, bulging biceps and pecs on full display. “Listening to you talk about cold pizza, naked and glowing, is slowly turning me into a fan.”

I reached over with a frown, aiming for the half slice in his hand when Rafe snatched it away at the last minute. “If you’re not a fan, I insist on saving it for someone who is.” The scowl he sent my way made it impossible to keep a straight face and I burst out laughing, half collapsing on his chest. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he grunted. “Now I’m half tempted to give you the pizza.”

“Only half?”

He shrugged. “You did such a good job selling me on cold pizza, now I’m gonna need a good reason.”

I shook my head and rolled off Rafe’s big, hard body. Reluctantly. “Luckily for me you bought enough pizza to feed six other people, which makes me wonder how much after sex food do you normally need?” It wasn’t a question I was all that keen to have answered, unless the answer was a ridiculous amount of times.

“No one wears me out like you do, Janey. All those commands,” he said, his blue eyes filled with mischief. “No, Rafe, stop. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” he said in a breathless feminine voice.

His imitation was so awful it was laughable and that’s what I did. “I didn’t hear any complaints.”

“And you won’t. I love a vocal woman, especially when she has a filthy mouth.”

I slammed my eyes shut against his teasing words, knowing they were true but somehow still feeling embarrassed by them. “That’s not me.”

“The fact that you think that, only makes me want to prove to you, over and over, just how much it is you.” The look he sent me was scorching hot and I didn’t know how to respond to that, so of course I did it badly.

Awkwardly.

“I’m working on a new photo exhibit. It’s something different than what I usually do.” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, my eyes went wide and I smacked both hands over my mouth, shocked and humiliated I shared so much when that was the exact opposite of my intention. “Disregard that please.” I couldn’t believe I shared all that with Rafe, the man who’d just given me three, possibly four mild blowing orgasms. “Sorry.”

His dark brows dipped into a low vee. “Why?”

“Seriously?”

He nodded. “Talk to me like I’m an idiot.”

“Talking about our work and personal stuff, that’s not what this is. This,” I motioned between our naked bodies, is sex. Just sex.”

“We can also be friends,” he said simply, those dark blue eyes trying to hypnotize me into agreeing when that was the dumbest thing I could do. “Can’t we?”

I nodded absently because it felt rude to disagree and I wasn’t raised to be rude. “I guess, but we’ve never really been friends.”

“We never really had sex before either, until recently. Maybe it’s time we corrected our lack of friendship, don’t you think?”

Friends with Rafe. Could I do that? I’d heard rumors about women who could have sex with a man and then treat him like nothing but a friend. I’d never seen it up close, but maybe those women were real and not just the delusions of a room full of Hollywood writers. “Maybe it is, Rafe.” It wasn’t. It couldn’t be.

“Then I’ll share something work related with you, in the spirit of friendship.” His smile was dazzling as he linked his free hand with mine, his low voice deep and mesmerizing. “I really hate it when we can’t save a structure. When the combination and water and fire damage is so great that the building couldn’t be salvaged, it’s heartbreaking.”