Chapter 14

The knife flashed, the blade of it catching light in its downward arc. Emma barely had a moment to draw breath before she was being tossed aside. She landed in a pile of limbs - her own, to be exact - and through a face full of hair, caught a glimpse of Rafe grappling with the stranger.

The guy with the knife wore a service jumper, bright orange, which contrasted with his swarthy skin and ebony hair. Rafe, on the other hand, wore nothing. He wore it well, she might add, as she watched the play of his muscles, a thick, ropy set. As for between his legsÉ

Her sex throbbed a hello. I think you've said enough hellos for the moment. No more greetings until they showered.

The tussling pair hit the bed and fell on it. They wrestled some more, long enough that she had to ask, "Are you done yet, or should I be getting jealous?"