I wouldn’t get more from him, but he wasn’t as upset as when he’d arrived. He also didn’t want the attention on him. His tense shoulders were all I’d get on the subject. “I bet you have at least one investment app on there.”
“Nah, I don’t use my phone for financials. I’m old-fashioned that way.”
A soft chuckle left me. “You can really run hot and cold.” I inched closer to him. “I miss the easygoing Rhys I used to know, but I think I might actually be seeing the real you.”
“You’ve always gotten the real me.”
I closed the distance between us and tipped my head back to meet his gaze. “No. I haven’t.”
His eyes darkened. “How do you keep drawing me in with those big honey eyes?”
“How do we keep ending up this close?” I whispered.
“Why can’t I stop myself around you?” he growledand dropped his head. My mouth was covered by his, and his arms were around me once again.
My ass hit the porch railing. He lifted me until I twined my legs around him. I let out a moan. Finally. I had him back where I’d craved him.
He broke free from my mouth, kissing his way down my neck. “Too many nights since I’ve had this.”
Was he talking about the kiss? Or everything?
There was nothing behind me but a drop to the ground. All that was holding me in place were his hands on my thighs and my feet hooked around his waist.
I arched back to give him more access to the sensitive flesh at my collar. “Rhys, do you know what I did the night after you kissed me in your shop?”
He paused, then another growl left him. “I want every fucking detail.”
His lips were back at my neck and he nibbled a path to my ear. Shivers racked my body.
He brushed his hands underneath the hem of my sweater. Another moan left me when the heat of his touch hit the skin of my belly.
“I don’t have any toys.” I gasped when his fingertips brushed my sensitive nipples. “So I had to do it myself.”
“Did you stroke your clit?”
I nodded, unable to speak. He cupped a breast and his fingers were on the bare flesh above my bra.
“Tight little circles, just like you need it?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
Through the lace of my bra, he rolled my peaked nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“Did you push a finger into that tight little pussy?”
“Oh god.” His voice was back in my ear, rumbling the naughtiest things. A spark inside me came alive. Ahappy little glow that didn’t want to be extinguished ever again.
His mouth was back on me for a hot second. “Did you come hard?”
“Yes.” I let my eyelids fall shut and rubbed myself against the ridge in his pants. Too much was between us. A tiny alarm sounded in the back of my brain.
Should we be doing this?
Did I care?
“With my name on your lips?” he asked roughly.
“Yes,” I said on a gasp. He tugged my bra down and the fabric of my sweater grazed against my sensitive nipple. He rolled it under his palm. Damn, he remembered how sensitive I was there.
