~Rafe~
Her hair was a damp, tangled mess against her skin, and that scent...sweet, infuriating, and entirely too close made my head swim. I wanted to bury my nose in the crook of her neck just to see if she tasted as maddening as she scented.
"You said any way I can, didn't you?" She whispered, sliding her free hand up the hard armour in her chest and buckling the. Then her hands moves to my chest and slowly to my hand.
I managed to rasp. My focus fractured when her hand tightened over mine, pressing my palm into the curve of her breast. A physical jolt shot through me, hot and demanding.
Anger tried to claw its way up my throat—betrayal for a code I'd lived by—but her scent was settling over the room, thick as woodsmoke. In that heartbeat of indecision, she fucking took the lead.
