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Please let it be true. I can’t imagine him doing that with her. I don’t want to imagine him doing it with anyone else.

“What you do, and who you do it with is not my business, Cal, let’s be honest here,” I pointed out as he studied me with an intensity that made me shiver. I moved back again, creating more distance between us.

The bark of the tree brushed against my back, and I exhaled to calm my senses, which were in overdrive. He reached out, his fingers moving my hair from my face as his eyes followed the action. His gaze flickered back to me, and he gave me a lazy smile that set my ovaries on fire.

The rain poured around us, tiny droplets at first, becoming heavier by the second. I glanced up at the sky with a groan. “I can’t get wet!” I wailed, my eyes searching for shelter from the rain.

Cal put his hands either side of me on the bark of the tree, pinning me in place. My eyes locked onto his as a nervous laugh escaped my lips.

I should stop him, ask him to move, but I did nothing. The words wouldn’t come.

His warm hand slid around my waist, tugging me close to him.

“What was it you said?” His breath was close to my ear, his masculine scent driving me crazy. His thumb repeated a pattern on the bare skin on my back, and I tried to summon the words to put a stop to this.

“Cal—” I stammered, my eyes drinking his in as he spoke.

“I want to kiss someone in the rain, someone to push me against a wall, kiss me hard and pull my hair to the point of pain. I want to want someone so much they are all I think about,” he quoted what I had said yesterday—word for word.

My heart stopped.

His face was close to mine, his lips hovering above my own as sparks of electricity flew between us.

“Let me be of some assistance here.”

His body was against mine, my bare skin prickling from the roughness of the bark on my back. I moaned with zero resistance as his lips pressed against mine, his tongue exploring my mouth slowly at first, as though he was testing the water to see what I wanted.

His hands laced with mine against the tree, and I gave into him. My knees almost gave way from the way he was kissing me, but for love or money would I have moved.

I was lost in the moment.

The fantasies I’d had were crushed by reality.

I kissed him back, my body screaming for his touch.

He pulled away, my mouth following his until he rested his forehead on mine, allowing our eyes to meet. He gave me that crooked smile, and he kissed me again, softer than before.

He moved his mouth to my neck, dotting soft, fervent kisses along my throat as his hands moved, one slipping around my waist, the other cupping my chin as he moved further down to my collarbone.

I swore if he hadn’t been holding my hands up, I’d have melted into a puddle of desire on the floor.

I’ve never felt like this; ever.

He breaks away from me again, and this time I’m met with his deep green stare.

I tried to speak, but it was impossible.

Cal moved my curls back from my neck and traced his finger along my collarbone, following the journey of his lips, my skin still sparking with fire from his kisses. All the while he gazed at me with a heated expression.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, Raven.”

My heart was going to explode out of my chest. He tugged me towards him, his fingers running down my back as I shivered.

“Are you cold?” he asked, shrugging his jacket off.

I allowed my eyes to skim over his brawn, his veiny, tanned forearms. He draped the jacket around my shoulders, his body heat still radiating from the material. I tugged it around me gratefully, as he pulled me towards him by the collar of the jacket with a smirk.

“Is that better?”