"I can't, or I would." The words and the smile were all Rafe, and yet, he seemed so different. Not physically, of course. Other than a new leanness to him, which could be because of the fighting and his diet, everything else was him, right down to the thick shaft that leaned just slightly to the left.
And who else but Rafe could actually make her wet by being such a guy and stroking his dick, expecting a blowjob after the way he'd treated her.
I should want to throw something at him. And she did, kind of. She was totally prepared to toss herself at him, naked.
But she restrained her hormones with the reminder that Rafe wasn't himself. He apparently didn't remember his past. Minus Annabelle. It figured he would remember that backstabbing rusty can.
"Did you sleep well?" Stroke. Stroke.
"Do you remember me yet?"
"Maybe if I saw you from a different angle I would." He winked.