She lifted.
The granite island was cold against her bottom as her shorts and lace thong dropped to the hardwood floor. “You’re unbelievably—” He stole her breath with a wet swipe of his tongue. “God, Rhys. That’s the thing. Your tongue. I’m going to die.”
He smiled against her clit and wrapped a forearm under her butt, angling her as he leaned over. His tongue swiped and rolled over her again.
“Dying…” Her eyes rolled back. Her hair splayed over the island. She draped her hands over her face. A light sweat heated down her back. “On your counter.”
His laughter vibrated against her pussy. “Want to move to the kitchen table next?”
She arched, groaning something that should have sounded like “What a great idea” but came out “Oh God.”
His tongue circled her clit so damn slowly. Jules needed more yet had to escape. She fought his hold, begging him to never let her go. There wasn’t a chance he would. Thank God.
His hand clamped on her hip, buckling her to his face. His tongue pushed into her body.
“Rhys.”
In and out, he took her with his mouth as his fingers danced over her clit. Her body clenched, and her muscles trembled as he devoured her. In and out, around and around, tightening her until she wanted to scream.
Jules buried her fingers in his thick hair, desperately climbing toward a climax. “God. Please.”
Like an answer to her prayers, the orgasm slammed into her. Her hips bucked. Rhys dragged the euphoria out as it thundered through her, ricocheting to every last nerve ending like a lightning strike of white-hot bliss.
He pulled away, and desperation clawed at her body. She could barely breathe but hadn’t had enough… couldn’t have enough. Not of this man, not of the way he held her, fucked her, loved, and cared for her.
Her chest heaved, and with her eyes still closed, she breathed, “I need you inside me.”
He tossed his phone and wallet onto the counter. The sound of his zipper being drawn down shocked her back to reality, and she pressed onto her elbows. His eyes raked over her sprawled on the kitchen island as though he’d never seen something he wanted more.
Her heart squeezed, and her sex trembled.
Rhys sheathed himself with a condom then lifted her, spun her around, and bent her over the counter. “Spread your legs.”
She did, arching for him.
His cock pressed against her entrance, and he reached around and stroked her orgasm-swollen clit. With long, deep moves, he sank into her. “Baby,” he breathed against her neck, burying his face in her hair. “Fuck.”
She was so close again.
The pads of his fingertips stroked her clit faster, matching the mind-scrambling thrusts of his length. “Come for me again.”
As if she had a choice. Jules shattered again, her tender flesh quivering as he drove into her spasming canal.
He gripped her hips, flexing his fingers into her flesh. His hot body pressed her against the counter, her breasts sliding on the cold granite each time he thrust. Her hands splayed on the island, her fingers fruitlessly digging on the smooth surface.
Again, he coaxed her closer to orgasm. She clawed the counter as the climax rolled over her. He didn’t stop pumping. Ecstasy flooded her blood, and Rhys groaned her name. He pulsed inside her until his body shivered and stilled, his breath laboring.
Then he relaxed, still catching his breath, and pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
Carefully, he slid from her and turned her around. “You’re…” The hint of a sated, lazy smile tugged on his lips. “Everything.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
They stayed in his bed for days. He ordered groceries and delivery and kept her naked, drunk on him like she didn’t know possible.
Sometime between the sex and the meals and the occasional bouts of sleep, she’d learned more of who he was. An only child of two people who adored each other, Rhys grew up in a house where his dad fixed his mom’s coffee every morning before she got out of bed. He preferred games of chance because it was no fun to win when he could figure out everyone’s hand, and Rhys would choose a backyard-grilled medium-rare steak over just about any meal Jules could think of.
She loved everything she learned about him.
