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Rafi knew that something was wrong with her request, but he couldn’t quite figure out what.

Also, the term “naughty things” instead of making love bothered him.

He wanted to understand her and tonight had given him insight into what had helped shape her into who she is.

Still, holding her in his arms wasn’t something he could reject.

He was irritated when she tossed two twenty dollar bills down onto the table and hopped down from her bar stool. “If you’re not interested after hearing about my messed up childhood, I understand.”

She was already swinging her leather tote bag over her shoulder by the time he realized what she was doing. Carys thought that he was going to reject her?

Not a chance!

“You’re coming with me,” he grumbled and put his arm around her waist, pulling her as close as possible while still walking. He helped her into the waiting SUV, holding her hand as they drove back to his hotel. Once inside, she started taking off her clothes as she headed toward the bedroom.

Rafi couldn’t hide his body’s response, but he still felt as if something wasn’t quite right.

When he closed the bedroom door, blocking out the rest of the world, Rafi took her hands, holding them out to the sides so she couldn’t unbuckle his belt.

Instead of telling her to slow down, he kissed her.

He let his lips explain that tonight wasn’t going to be about “naughty things”.

He was going to make love to her. Because Rafi finally understood what was wrong.

He loved Carys and she was waiting for him to reject her.

She was waiting for him to realize she wasn’t loveable.

He would show her that she was intensely loveable!

So instead of naughty things, he slowed down.

He kissed her until she was moaning, pressing her body against his.

And then, very slowly, with absolute reverence for the woman he suddenly knew that he was madly in love with, he kissed every inch of her, demonstrating his adoration for both her body as well as her needs.

He kissed her breasts, enjoying the way her fingers tangled in his hair and her hips rolled hungrily against his.

He worshiped her stomach, nuzzling the spot to the right that made her gasp every time.

He licked and sucked at her beautiful, pink folds until she cried out and exploded with pleasure. But he wasn’t finished yet.

Then he moved over her, sliding ever so slowly into her tight, hot sheath. He looked down at her as he sank into her, showing her with his actions that she was the woman he wanted in his life forever.

Only when she cried out with another climax did he relax his control enough to find his own pleasure. And afterwards, he held her close, playing with her hair while he listened to her soft breathing, trying to think of more ways he could show her how much he adored her.