Heaven help him.
Rafe sank down onto the black leather sofa and buried
his face in his hands. Heโd been dreading Julieโs visit for
the questions she might ask. For the memories she might
dredge up. He never imagined heโd dread simply being in the
same room with her.
Sheโd grown into a damned desirable woman. He
shouldnโt be noticing that soft, feminine scent of hers. Or
watching those bright blue eyes as they scanned his body.
And he certainly had no right imagining those long legs
wrapped around his waist.
This was Julie, for Godโs sake.
But how was he supposed to see all that bare skin and
not want to feel its smooth warmth under him? He let his
breath out on a shaky sigh. He hadnโt touched a woman in a
very long time. Hadnโt wanted to.
Until tonight.
โHi.โ
He looked up as she padded into the room in her bare
feet and his robe. He couldnโt resist looking at her toe
nails and saw that they were painted bright red.
โDo you have a comb?โ she asked.
He shot his gaze away from her toes and up to her
face. โWhat?โ
She raised her eyebrows at the stupid question. โA
comb?โ She grasped the ends of her wet hair. โFor my hair?
My purse is in the car.โ
He jumped up. โSorry. Be right back.โ
He took the stairs two at a time. He had to get in
control. Whether he liked the idea or not, she was spending
the night here. With him. It was early yet and heโd never
make it through the evening if he lost his grip now.
He didnโt know what to do with another person in the
house, someone who needed attention and conversation. Add
to that the wild, hot attraction running through his veins,
and he wished he could lock himself in his bedroom and not
come out until morning.
Rafe grabbed the comb from his dresser, turned around
and went slowly back down the stairs.
When he returned, Julie was curled up in one corner
of the sofa. Her naked, painted toes were hidden beneath
the robe. He handed the comb to her and she smiled up at
him. Her face lit up.
โThanks.โ
She had the prettiest smile heโd ever seen, and heโd
seen a lot over the years. He opened his mouth to say the
words out loud, but caught himself just in time. What was
wrong with him? He groaned and walked across the room to
the bay window shrouded in darkness.
โWhat?โ she asked.
The opposite side of the large living room wasnโt far
enough. He could still smell her soft scent. Could still
feel her gaze warm on his back. He stared out the window
into the stormy darkness, but could only see his pitiful
reflection staring back at him.
โWere you going to say something?โ Julie asked.
Rafe turned around slowly to face her. Sheโd started
to work the comb through her tangled locks. He couldnโt
speak, could only stand there and watch her. She looked
back at him, obviously waiting for him to answer her, all
the while drawing his comb through her long blonde hair.
There was something so sensual about the task that he
couldnโt drag his gaze away, could barely breathe. Then she
stretched and her painted toes peeked out from the hem of
the robe. He caught a glimpse of long, bare leg as the robe
parted, and his breath hitched.
He had to get out of here. He had to get her out of
here. But the rain still battered the house. He knew she
wouldnโt be able to go anywhere until the storm was over
and he dug her car out of the mud. He was stuck with her,
with her soft scent and tempting toes.
Sheโd finished combing her hair and leaned over to
set the comb down on the coffee table. Like a teenager, he
gawked at the shadow of cleavage exposed, round swells of
pale flesh that had his palms itching.
Heaven help him.
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