“I want to see you tremble,” he quickly counters. “Evelyn?” When I answer with the mmm he finds so damn amusing, he adds, “I want to taste your pussy, beautiful.”
Before he can lower his head, however, I close my knees tightly together and shake my head. Surprised, he looks up at my face. “Kiss me first,” I order and he gives me an impatient stare.
“What do you think I’m trying to do?”
“No,” I whisper even as he begins to move his mouth back up the path it had taken earlier. “You know exactly what I mean,” I say as his hands frame my face. His lips slant down hard over mine, sweet and demanding, so I take this opportunity to get rid of all his extra clothes. I unzip his jeans.
“It’s gonna be hard as hell for you to get those down,” he warns, but I shake my head and wrap my legs around his waist. He alternates between little noises of pleasure and surprise as I use my feet and legs to drag his pants down around his knees along with his boxers.
“See? I’m talented,” I whisper as I feel his erection against my leg. Oh, holy hell. Desperate to feel him in my hand, I thrust my arm between our bodies and run my fingers up and down the length of him.
He responds by racing his hand from my face, to my throat, and then to my breasts. His eyes challenge mine as our fingers tease each other’s body. Finally, relenting, I gasp, “Fine. Fine! Kiss me there!”
Climbing off of me, he smiles in satisfaction and finishes kicking off his jeans. Completely naked, with every inch of his incredible body exposed to me, he tucks his fingers under the low band of my panties and yanks them off.
They disappear somewhere on the bed, but I don’t give them a second thought because a moment later, his face is right between my legs and his tongue is moving inside of me.
“Ohhh, wow,” I cry out, curling my toes and moving my hips to meet the frantic movement of his mouth. “Rhys!” I tremble, and when my legs threaten to close, he spreads them apart and licks me.
“You taste just like I imagined you would,” he informs me between nips and kisses. Sucking roughly until I’m whimpering, he leans back and shakes his head in amazement. “So delicious and all mine.”
I grasp at his muscular shoulders, digging my nails into his flesh. “I need you inside of me.”
Turning his face to the side, he kisses my thigh, his fingertips rough on my hips. “Say it again.”
“Inside of me. Now,” I hiss through clenched teeth, and he chuckles against my damp skin. “You think this is funny?” I demand.
Ignoring my question, he sits up and skims his blue-green eyes over my naked body before questioning me in a low voice, “Tell me how you want it.” He strokes my opening, circling it deliberately with the pad of his thumb. My body jerks to him, pulling his finger inside me just long enough to drive me a little crazier before he draws back. I watch as he rakes his tongue over the tip of his thumb, his expression one of pure bliss. “Tell me, Evelyn.”
“I don’t care,” I pant, and very slowly, he motions for me to turn over. As soon as I’m on my stomach, he presses his lips to the small of my back and gives my ass a hard squeeze.
Leaning over the bed, he fishes around in the nightstand drawer. A moment later, I hear the rip of the condom packet, and I peek around to watch him put it on. Fully prepared, he comes up behind me, gripping my hips and lifting them a little higher. Then, he presses the head of his cock against the opening of my sex.
I’m about to lose control. I am seconds away from coming undone, and here he is denying me the one thing that’ll make everything better.
Looking over my shoulder, I stare at him pleadingly. I open my mouth to tell him how much I want him, but then he pushes himself deep inside my pussy, and I swallow my words.
“Goddamn,” he groans, clutching the headboard with one hand and my hip with the other as he moves within me. “God. Damn.” I bury my face into his pillow and inhale. He’s everywhere now—filling my nose with his delicious scent and my body with his cock—and I am lost.
Owned.
Wrecked.
Releasing a cry from the back of my throat, I lift my hand to the headboard and tangle my fingers with his as he drives himself harder and faster into my body. He nudges my legs as far apart as they’ll go with his and slows his tempo. Steady but still forceful enough to evoke a stream of moans from me. I love this—the sound of skin slapping together and the slick of bodies as our sweat mingles together.
“You want to come, don’t you?” he rasps in my ear, and I shake my head even as I feel the orgasm building deep inside me. “Don’t lie to me, Evelyn.”
Continuing to shake my head, I rock my hips against his, meeting each thrust. We challenge each other like this for a long time—push and pull, moan and sigh—until finally, it’s impossible for me to hold back. When I whisper how close I am to reaching the edge, he moves his fingers from my hip. He touches them to my lips, and I glide my tongue over his thumb before he presses it to my clit, rubbing it in tiny circles until I’m on fire.
“So good,” I sob as he thrusts harder. The release hits me hard and quick, leaving me trembling and grinding my hips against his. He moves my hand from the headboard, pressing both our fingers to my chest so I can feel my heartbeat. He wants me to be fully aware of what he’s done to me. I tighten my pussy around his cock, dragging out a low, animalistic sound from deep within his chest.
“I’ve got to come, baby,” he says. Suddenly, I feel every muscle in his body go taut before he releases. He pumps into my body a few more times, and then he goes perfectly still, breathing heavily. For a long, beautiful moment, we stay like this with our bodies still meshed together. Finally, he races his fingers down my spine and flips me over so we’re facing.
Before I can say a word, his mouth covers mine.
Chapter Eighteen
The thing about sex is that it instantly changes things. People will say it doesn’t—and even I’m guilty of muttering those words once or twice—but there’s no way to give someone control of your body, to take over theirs, and not be transformed in some way, whether that change is small or significant.
As Rhys and I lie beside each other with the tips of our fingers touching and the sweet sparks of electricity bursting between us, there is no doubt in my mind that everything is different for us.
“That was—” He releases a breath, breaking the silence. “God, girl, you’re amazing.” I smile to myself and drag my feet back and forth over the rumpled sheets until he stills me by trapping my legs between his. “Did you hear me? You. Are. Amazing.”
“Oh, yeah? So are you.” His hand finds my hip, and he turns me toward him, rubbing his lips over the tip of my nose. “And just think,” I whisper, “we could’ve been amazing each other all along.”
He throws his head back and laughs, giving me the chance to push my lips to the rough column of his throat as I skim my nails over the muscles of his chest. He catches my wrist with his hand. Holding me close to him, he lowers his chin until his sea blue eyes are staring right into mine. “We should have.”
For a long time after that, we’re quiet until the sound of his phone vibrating on the nightstand pulls us out of the daze. Leaning over me, he grabs it and touches his finger to his lips for me to keep quiet.
“Hey, beautiful,” he answers with a smile, and I feel my own expression of pure satisfaction fade into a frown. At first I feel a surge of panic, and anger, but then I can clearly hear an enthusiastic child’s voice on the other end, and I relax against the pillows. “My niece,” he mouths.
Not wanting to sit in on a private conversation with his family, I climb off the bed and pad out of his room in search of the bathroom. I’d been too preoccupied on the way in, but I find it relatively quickly—a couple doors down from his bedroom. Grabbing a washcloth from the neat stack piled up on the storage rack, I clean up carefully, wincing at how sore and tender my flesh is when my fingers touch it.