Adele
Rafe’s heat slams into me the moment before his arm cages me. He hauls me close against his hard body. I’m torn between wanting to slap him and wanting to swoon like Scarlett in Rhett’s arms.
“See, this is exactly the problem,” I say, even though my heart is thumping a mile a minute.
Red crests his cheeks. “Stop talking,” he mutters.
“Excuse me?” How dare he try to silence me. I open my mouth, but his eyes flare with an odd green light, and I gulp my insult down. From a distance, Rafe is beautiful. Up close, he stuns me to silence. Green light flashes when he dips his head close. There’s a mini Aurora Borealis, dancing in his eyes. “What’s that?” I touch his jaw without thinking. “What’s going on with your eyes?”
“For f**k’s sake, stop talking.” Rough fingers slip into my curls,
