“take my shirt off,” you said, letting your hands wander down his arms.

grasping the hem of the fabric at your waist, rafe did exactly that and let it fall to the carpet. you pulled his shirt off next and dropped it over yours at your feet. you ran your fingers along his sides, basking in the dips and highs of his chest and stomach. a few kisses pressed here and there and you were nearly a goner if he hadn’t unclasped your bra and pulled the straps down your arms. you slid out of it the rest of the way and watched his eyes travel over you, cheeks turning a deep pink, his hands soon joining to brush along your waist.

“you’re blushing,” you grinned, giving a slight shake of your head to get the hair out of your eyes.

rafe licked his lips before looking up, his eyes hooded, his thumbs running along the underside of your breast.