She wantedhim. “I can’t survive without it.”
“You can do anything you want.”
“Go home?” Not that she wanted to.
His body trembled with silent laughter. “Trying to run away?”
“Never.” She added a tease to the word, but the truth was it would take a feat of God to pull her out of his arms and send her running to the West Coast. Did that make her pathetic? Actually… No. It didn’t. Wanting to be with someone who made her feel this good wasn’t pathetic. It empowered her.Heempowered her. Rhys, with the growly, possessive way he handled her body, had treated her like… like what exactly? Something precious and desired.
Every relationship she’d ever been in had been a transaction, not like she was a prostitute or they were some kind of whore, but like everyone would get something out of the connection. Attraction and sex hadn’t been high on the list.
She and Rhys didn’t have that problem. What was the opposite of a transaction?
Jules hadn’t the slightest clue. Whatever it was, it felt like breathing without counting the breaths. They didn’t have an agenda—well, he did, wanting to prove that sex wasn’t so-so. Mission accomplished. The opposite of so-so was Rhys Callaghan.
Turning in his arms, she twined her legs with his. “Are you going to make me get up and go somewhere?”
“The only reason you need to get up is if you want me to bend you over this bed.” He winked. “Or you want coffee.”
She didn’t care that she blushed. Jules grinned anyway. “Is there some kind of option where I can get both?”
He rolled over, caging her head with his forearms and settling between her legs. “If I didn’t make this clear last night, you get everything you want.”
Her face hurt from smiling so much. “Lucky me.”
“Luckyme,” he countered. “All you have to do is ask.”
She’d get there. For the time being, half the fun was his telling her what to do and promising what would happen. The man delivered.
Jules shivered. “What if I’m asking now?”
The thickening length of his erection twitched between them, and he reached past their cell phones for the condoms on the nightstand. Rhys rolled the protection on and covered her again.
In the morning sunlight, with the first time together nerves out of their way, he gently took her mouth. The hard length of his shaft stroked against her, rubbing against her seam. The lazy strokes coated her arousal between them as he slid against heated skin, caressing her clit.
Her eyes slipped closed as Rhys nuzzled the spot behind her earlobe. The scruff on his cheeks scratched while he whispered how good she’d been for him the night before.
Jules spread her legs apart, lifting her hips until his erection pressed where she needed him. The lazy, languid strokes continued, even as he split her muscles, inching deeper and deeper until she wrapped around the length of him.
Rhys held still, buried to the root, tensing and holding her body like he was savoring the way they fit. “Fuck, baby.”
He stole himself from her body, kissing her as she gasped.
Rhys thrust again, in and out, somehow deeper and more intense. He could ride her all day long, pulling orgasm after orgasm like he was the master of her cunt.
And he did. One orgasm crashed after the next, each one bigger and better than the last.
Every time her body spiraled for him, she fell harder, deeper, needing him more than she knew she could need a man.
Rhys drained himself into her, muttering nonsense against her ear, smothering his words against her neck. Delirious and exhausted, she didn’t care if he was speaking another language, and as her heart fell harder, the reasons why they didn’t makesense pushed out of her mind. All that mattered right now was them.
Alone to explore the house, Jules put in her earbuds and answered Abigail’s phone call on her new phone. She curled onto an overstuffed accent chair and tugged the soft blanket over her legs.
“Wes and I have an opinion,” Abigail said.
“I bet you both have lots of opinions.” Jules didn’t know Wes Wilder very well, but stemming back years to Jordan Everett’s trial and continuing through her wedding fiasco, Wes had helped with big events when Rhys needed someone he trusted. Around her, he was quiet, but Jules wasn’t sure that was actually the case. “Are you going to regale me with whatever you two have been gossiping about, or are you going to drop it?”
“You and Rhys should date.”
