went inside. It was dark in the entry, so she wandered through the living room and into the kitchen. On the table was a note.
Outside by the pool. Come join me.
She smiled and headed outside. A blast of heat hit her. July in Ft. Lauderdale was brutal.
There were no lights on out here, either, but she heard the splash of water, so she made her way poolside.
Rafe was in the pool, his arms resting over the side.
“Water feels good. Want to come in?”
She looked down at her clothes. “No swimsuit.”
“You could get naked.”
“What? And have you miss the new underwear unveiling?”
“Oh, I definitely don’t want to miss that, after you went to so much trouble to buy them.”
He hoisted himself out of the pool, making her eyes go wide.
She was fully dressed. Rafe, on the other hand, was gloriously naked, giving her a delicious view of his magnificent body.
At least until he grabbed a towel.
“Don’t cover up on my account.”
He laughed and used the towel to dry his hair, seemingly not caring that his body was exposed to her, which she didn’t mind at all. He had the kind of physique a woman could stare at for hours.
Days.
Weeks.
Months.
Okay, forever.
Chiseled muscles, broad shoulders, a wide chest, amazingly muscled biceps, the kind of abs you wanted to run your hands over to see if they were even real, and strong, powerful legs.
And one outstanding cock. She’d lick her lips if it wasn’t so obvious.
“You keep staring at it, it’s going to get hard.”
She slanted a half grin at him. “You’re the one who got out of the pool naked. I make no apologies.”
“Then I guess you’ll have to show me the goods to make it even.”
“The goods—oh, my fancy, sexy, amazingly awesome new underwear.”
“I’m way more interested in the woman wearing the underwear, but sure. We can start with that.”
The way he talked to her, like she was the most important person in his universe, made her tingle all over.
She lifted the sundress over her head and tossed it in the nearby lounge chair. Rafe walked over and teased his fingertip over the lacy strap of her bra.
“Purple’s my favorite color.”
“Is it?”
His gaze collided with hers, turning her insides tingly and needy.
“It’s my favorite color when you’re wearing it.”
“Naked is definitely my favorite color on you,” she said. “You should wear it more often, but only when we’re alone together.”
“So you’re saying I shouldn’t wear it to work.”
She laughed and moved in closer, feeling the heat simmer between them. “Definitely not to work. Too dangerous.”
“You’re dangerous. To my heart rate.” He teased his fingers around the edge of her bra cup, making her breath catch.
She laid her palm on his chest, feeling his heart race. “It’s okay, Rafe. I’m a nurse. I’ll take good care of you.”
“I know you will.”
He slid his fingers into her hair, cupped the back of her neck and leaned in to kiss her.
What started out as a gentle kiss quickly flamed into something more passionate.
Carmen felt as if she’d waited a lifetime for this moment, to be alone with Rafe, knowing they weren’t going to be interrupted. Or at least she hoped they weren’t, because she needed this time with him, to feel the heat of his lips moving deliberately across hers, his tongue exploring the inner recesses of her mouth. She moved into Rafe, the heat of his body aligning with hers. And when he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her flush against him, she shuddered.
He stepped back. “Let’s take this inside.”
She nodded, knowing they couldn’t continue doing this outside, but wishing they hadn’t had to stop, not when kissing him had felt so good.
Rafe tucked a towel around his waist, then grabbed his clothes.
She followed him inside.
“You want something to drink?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No. I just want to get naked with you.”
His lips curved. “I like where your head is.” He reached his hand out. “Come on.”
She slid her hand in his. He led her up the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom. His room wasn’t at all what she expected. He had a great-looking king-size bed, covered up with a beautiful gray comforter. There was a small dresser against one wall and a nightstand next to the bed. The room was tidy and neat, and there was a bathroom attached to the bedroom.
“It smells clean in here,” she said.
He arched a brow. “What did you expect? Dirty sock smell?”
“Maybe.”
He laughed. “We all keep our rooms clean. And