Chapter 40 A GAME

RAPHAEL’S P O V

Just by looking, the pink crowns tightened and hardened into tiny pebbles that immediately made my mouth water with the want to scoop Naya up in my arms, press her against the wall and make passionate love to her over and over again, her moaning my name, while I, doing the same—moaning her name as well, until we forgot how to breathe.

‘‘M-my towel…’’ she stammered, sounding breathless, as though every breath was an effort. ‘‘C-can I have it back?’’ her voice made me force myself back under control.

My fingers clenched over the edge of the soft white towel and I forced myself to take deep breaths. Losing control was not an acceptable option. I would not let myself show Naya how affected I was, seeing her in a naked state. Damn! It would be too embarrassing for me to admit it.