forearm, raising goosebumps over the flesh. “Very good.”
“Get off!” I wrench my arm away, but for whatever reason, I don’t leave. Yet. Curiosity? Or maybe pride.
He doesn’t bother me. Not the fact that his lips are wet, his gaze unreadable, his jaw clenched. As if to spite me, my nostrils twitch, catching the cloying scent of feminine perfume wafting from his skin. Hers.
“Where’s your little friend?” I hate how harsh my voice comes out sounding—an angry hiss.
“Where’s yours?” he counters, his eyes blazing. I may shy away from diagnosing the hitch in my voice, but there is no ignoring the source of his growl—jealousy. “You know… I always heard it was the wild ones who fuck the cops.”
I lift my hand without realizing it, but he grabs my wrist before I can connect with his face this time. His expression darkens, and he tugs, forcing me closer. Closer. When our hips collide, he places my hand against his shoulder while his opposite arm hooks around my waist, preventing me from moving away. His hips sway, and mine jerk away in answer, but he persists. To anyone looking on, we must resemble some disjointed version of the couples grinding together around us.
Not that Rafe seems to give a damn what anyone might think. He holds me assuredly, using any attempts I make to escape as an excuse to grip me tighter. “Nice dress,” he murmurs, letting his gaze drift to my neckline. “You wore this for me?”
“I didn’t,” I snap, slamming my hand over his chest to push him off.
He chuckles, working his fingers through the thin fabric despite my resistance. Shivers erupt. My thigh shakes, and his palm cups the side of it, sensing the reaction and relishing in it.
“Sure, bunny,” he tells me, guiding my movement through his touch—not away like I want to move. He makes me rock into him. The pulsating beat sneaks beneath my skin, and he uses it to control his motions. Hard when the beat quickens. Softer when it lets up. Then slower…
“And I didn’t get a hard-on watching you struggle to hop just now,” he adds against my earlobe. “You can’t dance for shit. Still, there’s something sexy about a wild little bunny.”
I stiffen, breaking his rhythm as my cheeks flame. “You’re disgusting.”
“I’m honest,” he counters. “There’s no shame in that.” His hands ghost my hips, drawing me back. Urging me to move again and feel him in time with the music. Feel…
I risk looking up to meet his gaze directly, but the mocking gleam I expect to find is absent. He stares back fearlessly, daring me to look away. Deny the heat he radiates with one look. Deny his honesty. Because, for whatever reason, he finds me sexy.
Because…
“You’re a man-whore,” I croak to him, parroting Mara’s term—admittedly the cruelest one I know. “Why don’t you go back to your blond?”
He doesn’t bat an eyelash. “And you came all the way here to see me, bunny,” he adds, forcing me to sway in time with his steps. “Why is that?”
“I’m here with Mara,” I blurt out, craning my neck to search for her among the crowd. But it’s too bright. Too loud. A giggling woman squeezes past, knocking me against him, and my hands scramble for purchase over his chest before I can stop myself.
“With Mara,” he murmurs, his voice low, his breath on my throat. I don’t know how he does it, but somehow, my arms are around his neck, and he’s leaning in, letting his words brush my lips. “That’s a damn shame, rabbit. Does she know you fuck police officers on your lunch break? She doesn’t strike me as the cuckolding type.”
“You are jealous,” I declare, rearing back so that I can see the truth for myself.
But he doesn’t try to disguise it. “You’re the one with the boyfriend,” he reminds me, his tone so soft I barely hear him above the music. “Innocent, sweet Hannah who let a stranger shove his fingers in her pussy—”
“Get off.” I rip away from him, but he pivots to keep me trapped and pinned against him with his arm around my waist.
“At least I saw my competition,” he says. “No offense, bunny, but I don’t think he can fuck like I can.”
I bare my teeth in a snarl. “You don’t have any competition.”
“Relax. I don’t want to marry you, bunny.” He inclines his head, inspecting my mouth while his tongue traces his lower lip. “I won’t interfere with your white picket fence future