Miss you.
Bellamy
Miss you too. I’ve got to go.
I drop the phone to the sofa as the door opens, and something in my chest settles when Rhys walks through. “Hey.”
He loosens his tie and drops his suit coat to the chair. His eyes look haunted as he rakes them over me.
“Are you okay?” I slide over and make room for him next to me, and thankfully, he takes me up on the invitation.
Looking straight ahead, Rhys props his long legs up on the coffee table and drops his head back to the couch. “No one was prepared for this shit show. Dealing with Parliament is like dealing with a bunch of whiney toddlers. The high council fucking sucks. My father is a goddamned asshole. And tomorrow, we bury the best man I ever met.” He turns my way, and his eyes soften as he pushes my hair away from my face. “You are exquisite.” He drags his eyes down my body, and his smile heats. “I fucking love seeing you in my clothes, little bee.”
When he looks at me, I feel beautiful in a way I’ve never felt before. Rhys is good at that. Giving you all his attention. “Thanks.” I feel the flush creeping up my cheeks. “Joss and I spent the afternoon getting my hair and makeup done. Apparently, I needed help.”
“Fuck that.” In an incredibly hot move, I’m lifted from my spot on the couch and am suddenly straddling his thighs. Rhys’s fingers bite into my hips in a delicious hold I can’t help but feel along every single inch of my skin. “You want to know what I thought the first time we met?”
“Ouchwould be my first guess,” I laugh.
That earns me a carefree smile. The first I’ve seen since we woke up married. “Before you turned a textbook into a weapon of mass destruction.”
“Not mass.” I unbutton his top button, then another, needing to touch him. To feel him. To take away some of the stress lining his eyes. “You were the only person I was trying to destroy. I thought you were a murderer.”
“Before you nearly concussed me, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. From the first moment I saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. It was like you’d been placed right in front of me, making it impossible for me to miss the next big thing in my life. You took my breath away before you nearly knocked me out.”
My heart stutters inside my chest as Rhys stares at me like he can see straight into my soul.
“No one has ever said anything like that to me before.” I slide his tie off him and run my hands under his shirt, digging my fingers into the tight muscles bunching in his neck.
“They’re all fucking idiots then.” His hands slide around my waist and drag me closer. “Do you have any idea what sleeping next to you every night has done to me?”
I shake my head silently, unable to speak as the first flames of need lick up my body.
“I’ve gotten myself off in the shower every morning and still walked around all week with a permanent case of blue balls.” His hand moves under the sweatshirt I stole from his closet earlier and slides up my rib cage, stopping just shy of where I’m desperate to have his touch. “I had Joss buy you every imaginable piece of lingerie, but I swear to God, you in my clothes, even three sizes too big, is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Rhys . . .” His name is a needy plea falling from my lips. “I didn’t know . . . I thought . . .”
His thumb sweeps the underside of my breast, and I suck in a breath, feeling that caress down to the very tips of my toes. “I wasn’t going to attack you in your sleep, love.”
“I’m not asleep now.” I pop another button on his shirt.
“Thank fucking God.”
RHYS
The world around us quiets when I finally claim her mouth the way I’ve wanted to every day since the first moment I laid my eyes on my wife.Slowly. Savoring her soft lips and sweet taste. Red wine and decadent chocolate.
She’s fucking flawless, and I know without a shadow of a doubt, one taste will never be enough.
Bellamy gasps and melts into me, like she was meant to be there. Made for me. All soft curves and smooth skin. She wraps her arms around my neck and whimpers against my lips. Needy and perfect in my arms.
“Rhys,” she sighs and tugs at my hair, pulling a groan from deep inside my chest.
My name on her lips breaks through the hell I’ve been locked in for days, and something snaps inside me. An overwhelming craving that only she can calm. In one easy step, I stand, holding her in my arms, and deepen our kiss.Starving... Fucking ravenous for more. For her.
I need this woman spread out on a bed, where I can worship every inch of her.
Beautiful legs lock around my hips as she grinds her heated core against my hard cock.
