My hold loosened, and my limbs flung out before he even finished his sentence.
“Glad you like that idea,” he said through a rough chuckle as he parted the towel. The humor left his voice, replaced by something even better. Something soft and almost reverent. “Like unwrapping every gift I’ve ever wanted.”
He licked, kissed, and nipped down my body until his shoulders were settled between my spread legs. His beard grazed my clit when he lowered his head to kiss my mound, and my hips shot off the bed.
Rhys must’ve taken that as an invitation or silent begging—it didn’t matter which, they were both true. He didn’t start slow or ease us in. Using his thumbs to spread my lips, he licked with feral abandon, his growling groan vibrating through me.
I came ridiculously quick the night before. Even faster than when I soloed with practiced efficiency. I’d chalked the easy orgasm up to the culmination of weeks of growing desire topped off by hours of intense edging. Plus, of course, Rhys’s impressive size that he very much knew how to work.
I was beginning to suspect that it was just Rhys. Period. I wasn’t shifting to get him in the right spot. He wasn’t going down to be gentlemanly with grazing laps that were nice but more of a tease than anything else.
He ate me with savage intensity, his skillful tongue and fingers working together to build bliss that thrummed in my veins. Spreading it through my whole body until I would’ve sworn every molecule in my body was sparking. An ache started, growing along with the pleasure until it became so much. Too much. My legs fought to close. To get away even as my fingers clutched his hair to keep him close.
I let out a panicked squeak when he eased back suddenly. “Go ahead. Wrap those soft thighs around my head, hellcat.” He turned his head to bite down on said thigh. “Grind your greedy pussy against my face all you want.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. When he resumed his feast, I followed his lead. I let my control go.
There was no working for it.
No finding it.
I wasn’t in charge of my orgasms.
They weren’t mine.
They belonged to Rhys.
Ibelonged to Rhys.
On that thought, I came apart with a sharp cry.
He kept working me until the lightning storm in my nerves faded to aftershocks that left me wrung raw and oversensitive. Even then, he didn’t stop with a job well done. He licked like he needed to get each drop of my juices.
I tried to use my light grip on his hair to urge his body over mine. Or flip him. Anything to get his cock into some hole.
He shifted away and stood before I could succeed.
“But… But…” My eyes dropped to the hard-on that tented the front of his jeans. “You.”
“What about me, baby?” he asked, completely straight-faced—minus the evil glint in his eyes. The one that said he thought he was challenging me by forcing me to say what I wanted out loud.
There was no challenge. I had no problem saying it. “I want you to come.”
His brows rose as his eyes widened, but then he gave me another of the grins that melted my heartandmy panties.
If I’d been wearing any.
“Wish we had time. Really wish we did. But we’re already running late.”
I’d known before I was even fully awake that I’d slept too late, but I had no clue it was that bad.
Iguess amazing orgasms really take it out of me.
Speaking of…
A yawn and satisfied stretch came over me, and Rhys watched like he wanted to come over me, too. He took a step toward me, but I quickly got up.
At his obvious discontent, I laughed. “I’ve gotta take my car anyway, so you can go ahead.”
