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Rafe pulled up to a red light and glanced over at her, grinning. “Cravings?”
She repressed a whimper of need at that deadly grin and pressed her thighs together. “No more than usual.”
And not just for food.
“How about we get a little of everything and share?” Rafe suggested, easing the van forwards again when the light turned green.
Nodding, Jane agreed. “Sounds like a plan.”
Ninety minutes later they’d checked into a motel, freshened up and began devouring their smorgasbord of local fare.
Jane laughed at the look on Rafe’s face as she ate her plum duck and deep fried ice cream at the same time. She wasn’t sure if he was afraid, intrigued or disgusted.
“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” she said, waving a forkful in front of his mouth, then almost fell off her chair in shock when he tried it. And liked it.Damn it.She was hoping she wouldn’t have to share.
“Damn this is good,” he said, digging into the spaghetti carbonara from the Italian place she’d remembered. “I don’t usually eat carbs.”
Trying not to drool while staring pointedly at his lean, muscular torso, sarcasm dripped from her tongue. “No, really? I wouldneverhave guessed that.”
His mouth twisted with chagrin but his eyes still held their mirth as he returned her open appraisal. “What else did we get?”
Jane pointed to each dish, all crammed together on the tiny dining table situated between them. “Slow roasted pork belly with caramelised pears and sweet potato chips, classic pepperoni pizza—I mean, really, why mess with perfection?—and vegetarian san choy bow.”
Trying the pork next, Rafe’s eyes rolled back and he let out a moan she’d only ever heard him utter in bed, usually right before he climaxed. “Oh my God, this is heavenly. Please tell me you know how to cook this.”
Jane snagged a wedge of pear on her fork and shoved it in her mouth, if only to stop herself from leaping on Rafe, kissing the fuck out of him and losing the bet.
The bet she was finding it harder and harder to care about winning the more alone time she spent with Rafe.
Be strong.
At least at home she had other people around her to act as a buffer to his charming ways, but in the van where it was just the two of them and every little touch, every sideways glance and secretive smile was amplified by their close quarters?
The struggle was very real.
And as she sat watching Rafe attempt to eat san choy bow, saw how every bite he took resulted in little dribbles of sauce trickling over his chin, she felt herself drawn to him even more. He looked like a total dork. And Jane had never wanted to lick someone so much in her life.
Standing abruptly, the need to put distance between them overtook her. “I think I’d like to go to bed now,” she announced.
Rafe stared at her, his eyes narrowed and his head tilted slightly to one side. “Are you okay?”
“I’m just tired. It’s been a long day.”
Nodding, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand then licked and sucked at the sauce that had stuck there, his lips and tongue doing those sexy things they did when he was going down on her. She swallowed hard.
If Rafe noticed her tongue trailing on the floor like a cartoon dog staring at an oversized rump roast, he had the good manners not to mention it. For once. Jane wasn’t sure what the next level up from eye-banging was, but she was definitely doing it.
Managing to pull herself together long enough to escape to the bathroom, she showered quickly and brushed her teeth, then pulled on her pyjamas and slipped into bed.
Rafe met her gaze as she pulled the covers up to her chin, his expression unreadable, then he disappeared into the bathroom.
In an attempt to ignore the pitter-patter of running water as it cascaded over Rafe’s delicious body, Jane stuffed her head under the pillow.
It didn’t help.
She could picture it in her mind as clear as day even without the sound effects. Could see his head tilted back, the water splashing against his upturned face, running down the strong column of his neck and over his broad shoulders. Knew it would stream down his chest and straighten the curls covering his pecs then continue downwards to the thick thatch of hair surrounding his perfect cock.
Jane could well imagine Rafe’s big hands soaping himself up, could see the look of concentration on his handsome face as he cleaned his body with the same precision he completed every other task in his life.
