It didn’t take long for her pussy to quake. The sensitive flesh pulsed and trembled, all while she ripped her fingers through his hair.
Rhys left her long enough to get a condom then unzipped his pants as he returned. Was he really going to take her on the couch? The hungry flare in her green eyes killed his split second of hesitation. He sheathed himself then lifted her into his arms, pulling her to straddle his thighs as he sat down. “I need to be inside you.”
She nodded, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth. Wild hunger was painted over her cheeks.
Jules rose onto her knees and centered the thick head of his erection against the wet heat he desperately needed. She pressed against him, taking his cock inch by inch. Her breathing shook as he filled her. His hands clamped on her hips, controlling the all-consuming need for her to take all of him.
“Baby,” he groaned against her neck.
Rhys squeezed her hips then slid his hands to the round globes of her ass, flexing his fingers. This woman was everything he wanted. The way she kissed, the way she tasted. He didn’t need them to finish to be obsessed with the way she fucked.
Her eyes opened and found his. They were full of fire and passion. Rhys was so done for.
He’d caught feelings for her, but that was a problem for another day. The only thing he knew for certain was that Jules was his.
He flexed up, and her eyes rolled shut. His lips twitched with the absolute pleasure of making her react. “You’re all mine.”
Moaning for him, she promised, “Yours.”
Then he fucked her. He moved her body, moving her up and down his cock like she was on the dirtiest carousel ride of her life. She didn’t have to work. He did everything, using his hands, his strength, and his dick. And the tighter her pussy clenched, the deeper, the harder he moved her, until she quaked on his shaft, spasming and coming and calling his name.
As he lifted her up and laid her down, their breaths shuddered.
Yours.
Rhys saw her promise in her eyes. He heard it when she cried his name.
They had complications, so many challenges to figure out. But at least he knew the endgame. She was his, that simple.
Slowing them down, he licked the seam of her lips. Her soft kiss melted his mind. Their tongues touched and danced. He’d do whatever she needed, in every part of her life. Making her feel good might be the sole focus of his damn life.
“I didn’t know it could be like this,” she whispered.
His chest squeezed. Rhys searched her face, memorizing the vulnerable truth hiding in her pretty gaze, and cupped her cheek. “Super-Bowl-champ, Kilimanjaro-level good.”
The corners of her lips curved into the sweetest smile. “You’re right.”
He inched from her body and flexed in again. Taking his time, building her up, climbing that mountain until he earned her release again, Rhys thrust and fucked.
He drank in the sounds falling from her parted lips and the breathy gasps that mirrored his. He drove deeper and harderand faster until her nails dug into his back, making crisscrossed lines deep across his skin.
She was so close again. That delicious, familiar way she tightened now wrapped around his cock, gripping him, violently pulling him toward the satisfaction he couldn’t live without.
He cried out as she bucked, her hips jerking to his.
Brilliant white lightning exploded and ripped through his veins as her legs clamped around him. Their orgasms slammed simultaneously, spiking Rhys into another universe.
If he was honest with himself, he knew the gig was up. He had fallen for her.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jules woke in a strange house wrapped in familiar arms, tangled in the sheets, her back pressed to Rhys. She didn’t want to disturb the quiet. She didn’t want the day to start. There was no telling where they had to go or who they had to speak with. All she wanted was to lie in this man’s arms and hide from the world.
“Morning, baby.” His rough, sleep-soaked whisper teased against her neck.
Her lips curled up, and she melted against him as her mind flashed back to the way they’d collided downstairs. She didn’t know what it meant, only that it meant something. Maybe everything. “Hi.”
Sleepily, he pressed a kiss under her hair and pulled her naked body closer. “Do you want coffee?”
