Iris's POV

"The shirt on you," he said, hands already at the edge. "Take it off."

I lifted my arms and let him pull it over my head.

I stood there in nothing, my skin flushed, my breath coming in short gasps. His eyes raked over me, dark and hungry, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist, the flare of my hips.

"Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough.

I shivered.

He knelt in front of me, his hands sliding up my thighs, his mouth pressed to the inside of my thigh, his breath hot against my skin, his stubble scraping just enough to make me gasp.

“Rafael..." I gasped....