Iris's POV 

His words sent fire racing through my veins.

“Rafael…” I breathed, but the rest of the warning died as his mouth crashed into mine.

The kiss was pure need, hot, desperate, our tongues sliding together like we’d been starving for days instead of hours. His hands gripped my waist, yanking me harder against him. I moaned into his mouth, fingers twisting in his shirt as one of his thighs pressed firmly between my legs.

“God, you feel so good,” he growled against my lips, rolling his hips so I could feel every hard inch of him through his shorts and my thin bikini. The friction hit my clit...