"For example?" Marissa's voice was muffled against Rafael's chest.
"For example… I haven't forgotten how your soft body felt against me."
Marissa felt herself turning into a block of ice.
Her soft body against him?
When he saw a lack of reaction, he leaned forward and pushed her back a little to kiss her lips softly.
"I'm sorry for doing it without your consent," his voice was barely audible, "but standing here like this… so close to you, your mouth is tempting me."
His eyes dipped to her lips, "Can I kiss you again?" he asked her, and she felt as if her lips had gotten glued and had made it almost impossible to speak.
"Tell me, Marissa. Can I kiss you?" he leaned over bringing his lips to hers, "Not the soft one I just did… though I enjoyed that too…"
"R… Rafael…" her eyes were fluttering close. The way he was speaking in low hoarse whispers, it was making her core soaked in juices.
