So, of course, I did it again.
Then I swiveled. Rocked.
Rotated my hips in a circle.
The result was both of us crashing into the other cars, the walls, and every and all obstacles.
That was fine. I didn’t need to win the race. I just needed to beat him.
Or, better yet, get him to throw the controllers aside to fuck me.
I didn’t have that kind of luck.
Rhys must’ve had something that he wanted to do because he made us complete every last lap, all while driving me out of my mind. When he crossed the finish line seconds before me, his hand wrapped around my throat to tilt my head so he could stare me down. “You let me win.”
“I wish I could say that because I loathe losing, but I didn’t.”
His eyes dropped to my mouth. I thought he was going to kiss me. I needed him to kiss me.
I didn’t have that kind of luck, either.
I had something better.
Rhys in complete control.
My wager might’ve been playful, but he clearly didn’t plan to squander it. All traces of humor and fun left his handsome face. “Stand up.”
I choked back a pathetically heartbroken moan as I lifted off his thick length.
Once I stood in front of him, he ordered, “Strip.”
I could’ve been slow and sexy about it. I probably should’ve done that, but I was too far gone. Too desperate. And that came across in the frantic way I threw my clothes off.
Rather than being unsexy, that evidence of how badly I wanted him—and wanted to obey him—seemed to ignite Rhys’s own desperation.
“Christ, you’re incredible,” he muttered, stroking his cock as he took in every inch of my naked body. “You want this?”
“Yes.”
“You going to let me do whatever I want with what belongs to me?”
“Always,” I breathed before I could think better of the phrasing.
“Fuck yeah, you will. Bed, Luna. Ass up in the air, chest to the bed, arms stretched above your head.”
I didn’t hesitate. Actually, it was a shock that I didn’t leave a smoke outline of my body with as fast as I moved to do as he said.
Once I was positioned just right, I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
If I wasn’t so built up and on edge with carnal anticipation, I might’ve gotten self-conscious about how exposed I was. I might’ve even worried about what he wanted to do to me. Instead, that vulnerability increased my arousal.
“Look how beautifully you listen,” Rhys said. I turned my head to see him staring at me from the doorway. His crossed arms and how he leaned against the jamb made it seem like he’d been there for a bit.
He clearly liked what he saw.
