Page 59 of Hidden Raphael
He laughed and clutched his belly like she was hilarious. "No. Despite the desire by many tourists to stay here and experience a haunting, there is no such thing as ghosts."
There were strange noises, but she kept that to herself. She lifted her eyebrow. "But there was aher."
He froze. "We said we'd not discuss our past."
"Right. So I guess I’ll spend the day guessing where you are, like every day."
Raphael took a step closer. "I need to be alone."
"Not good enough." She stepped back. "Is it wrong to wonder where you are when you're the only man around here?"
"You were asleep and I was restless."
His finger curved under her chin to get her to gaze into his eyes. "What? So a note in the library and not next to the bed was your way to tell me?"
"Next to you in bed was the most erotic night I've had in years."
"I meant the note. I had to travel." She swallowed, and fought against the steam in her body. Would he kiss her again? "I didn't like waking up alone. You're all I have."
"You're all I had in a long time and I shouldn't hold you back."
At least that was something. Her hands went around his waist, and she sighed. She'd hold him until he followed.
She then stood up on her tiptoes and kissed Raphael on his cheek. "Now that should be how we begin and end all conversations."
His hands curled around her waist. "Not on the cheek, Kimberly."
Her hands traced up his spine. She smiled. "Where, then?"
Then his lips came down and met hers in a fiery kiss. Her hands sank into his wet hair, and she massaged the slight curls. With him, everything was right.
