Chapter 8 Adrenaline

• Rafael
• What devil had tempted him to do this?
• He was courting danger and he was not referring to the sparring session with her. His blood was boiling but not from the excitement of the fight. The adrenaline coursing through his veins was from something else. More from his baser needs. He thought the cold morning shower would help. He was so fucking wrong. His blood was simmering once more and he had to exercise utmost control not to yank her to him and kissed her senselessly and wiped the smirk of confidence on her angelic face. Arrogant little minx.