He stood, his midnight eyes on her as he dragged the wet cotton down his muscular thighs until he’d kicked it away and his erection hung before her.
Rhys stroked himself lazily, not breaking the iron hold he had on her gaze. The strokes teased. They invited. She’d never been more turned on by watching a man.
Honestly, she’d never watched a man. Never studied the way his carved jaw tightened or the column of his throat bobbed when he swallowed hard. He had Herculean broad shoulders and well-muscled arms. His chest tapered to the V below his stomach in that indescribable way a man’s body narrowed to his cock.
His grip tightened as he stroked. “Come closer.”
On her knees, she moved to the edge of the lounger. Jules rested her palms on his thighs. Her fingertips flexed into the hard muscle. Her chin rose, her eyes meeting his.
“Open, sweetheart.”
Deep inside her body, her core pulsed. She parted her lips, her tongue wetting them. Breathless, she licked them again and darted the tip of her tongue over his crown.
Rhys sucked in a breath, still pumping himself. Her eyes went to him again.
“Again,” he said. “Just tease me.”
She flicked her tongue against him again. Her mouth watered for more, and growing more certain, she studied him as she dragged the tip of her tongue from the bulbous ridge of his cock to the slit.
Rhys trembled and hissed.
She wanted more. She needed it. And wrapping her hand to his, she slid her other hand against the thickness of his shaft, gripping the way he did until his hand fell away and she worked him alone.
Jules took him into her mouth, sliding it down as her hands moved up.
“God,” Rhys groaned. “Jules.”
That didn’t sound like “Stop.” It sounded as though he liked the way her mouth worked over him. She took more and more. Saliva slickened her hands. He hit the back of her throat, and her eyes watered, but her jaw relaxed as she needed more of him.
Rhys’s hips flexed up, and he tangled his fingers into her wet hair, threading the strands into his fists, guiding the motion he needed.
Jules gagged, then her throat relaxed again. She moaned around him.
“Damn. God.” One hand stayed knotted in her hair, and the other touched her, petted her, urged her on like he couldn’t stop touching her as he crooned about how fucking good she made him feel.
The more he encouraged her, the more she could take. Her hand worked with her mouth. His mutters and murmurs mixed with prayers and her name. His hips flexed. “Jules.”
Rhys’s nostrils flared, and his chest heaved. His jaw clenched as if he would shatter in the sun.
Please. Give me.Every part of her begged for him to come down her throat.
He moaned her name, thrusting his orgasm. All of him tensed then shuddered. And she’d never needed something so badly. He’d given her what she wanted, what had made her bold and… capable.
Rhys dropped his head back, resting his hands on her shoulders as his chest heaved. Still on her knees, she eased back, feeling like a queen.
“You’re unbelievable.” He pulled her into his arms and curled around her on the oversize lounger.
Naked, wrapped together, they faced the infinity pool, which disappeared into the aquamarine and turquoise water. A warm breeze carried on the ocean-salted air. He brought her hand to his mouth and peppered kisses along her knuckles, one after the other, until he nuzzled her closer. She closed her eyes to drift into that place on vacation where no responsibilities and no rules had given her this gift.
Chapter Twenty-One
They relaxed through lunch and missed their time swimming with the dolphins. When they finished lounging and kissing and lazing poolside, they stayed in the sun, skinny-dipping, until Rhys couldn’t ignore his office for another hour. Vivian and Dean would have information by now. Rhys pulled Jules out of the water, wrapped her in a thick white towel, and padded inside with one wrapped around his waist to find his phone.
He’d missed a lot of calls and didn’t care. He hadn’t had sex with Jules, but he’d never had more fun with a woman. In. His. Life.
Hell, he wasn’t sure he’d ever even laughed as much as he had today. He’d certainly never played hooky from his job, and he couldn’t find it in him to care if Vivian was pissed.
“I thought we weren’t checking our calls and messages.” Jules stepped out of the shower, towel drying her hair.
