Carys had no idea how that had happened since her entire focus was on this man and the need to feel him, to kiss him and know what it was like to be in his arms.  Every other detail of the night was ignored, mentally waved away like gnats flying around one’s head. 

Carys had no idea where they were going because Rafi held her hand, his thumb rubbing over the soft skin of her wrist.  She’d never realized that her pulse point was such an erogenous zone, but at the first pass of his thumb over her skin, she gasped, staring up into his eyes.  She wanted to leap onto his lap, take his head with her hands and kiss him.  But the driver and some other stranger was in the front passenger seat.  So instead, she sat there, staring up at him, feeling her heart pound against her chest and…other places were throbbing, needing his attention.  It was almost embarrassing how badly she needed this man to touch her.  Everywhere! 

“We’re here,” Rafi rasped.  Carys had no idea where “here” was, nor did she care.  He slid out of the seat, still holding her hand.  So she slid with him, barely remembering to grab her tote bag.  She slung it over her shoulder as she followed him into a strange building.  A part of her had a moment’s hesitation since she was following a man she barely knew into a strange building in a part of the city she wasn’t familiar with, but Rafi tugged her into a private elevator, and directly into his arms.  Since big men followed them into the elevator, Carys tensed, ready to kiss him but not wanting their first kiss to be witnessed by strangers.  So instead, she held back.  Her hands tightly gripped his upper arms as she stared into his eyes, his hands pulling her tightly against his body.  That’s when she felt his erection pressing against her stomach and everything inside of her nearly exploded with need. 

This wasn’t the tepid warmth that she’d felt when other men had touched her or kissed her in the past.  This was a molten, white-hot, almost painful need.  Carys was on the edge of insanity and if he didn’t kiss her soon, she might scream.

Thankfully, the elevator doors opened and the men walked out.  Carys was oblivious to everything.  Her whole focus was on Rafi and her need to feel him again. 

“In here,” he hissed, pulling her through a doorway…and straight into his arms.  Carys didn’t hesitate.  She was finally exactly where she wanted to be.  When she felt his hands on her back, pulling her closer, she whimpered with need and lifted onto her toes, reaching up to pull his head down to her.  And then…finally…he was kissing her.