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“You’re taking up so much of me, you know that, don’t you, Vix?” Rhenn teases the skin of my lower stomach, flirting with the waistline of my jeans. “You’re in my guest house, my town, you’ve even found your way inside my mind. I can’t do a damn thing without you popping up.” His hand dips lower, brushing against me, then pulling back. “You’re everywhere.”
“What is it about me you hate so much?” I ask, my chest heaving from his words.
“That’s complicated, isn’t it?” He glides the back of his hand near my scar. “I hate those perfect little breaths you’re taking. Hate the way they make me want to feel you.” Rhenn unclasps the button on my jeans, rubbing his strong fingers over my pussy. “I hate the way you react to me touching you like this, knowing how much you don’t want to like it, but do.”
I spread my legs, and he slips inside me. I moan as his fingers stretch me, pumping in and out while his thumb circles at my clit.
“You sound so fucking hot when you cry for me.”
If only he knew how often I do. I lie awake at night, picturing his dark hair and shirtless torso. I’d spent countless hours imagining his hands on my body, even before they explored every inch of me. Rhenn is my weakness I refuse to admit to. I dream of his eyes on me, of his lips, his tongue…
His finger curls and my eyes spring open, looking down from the top of the world. “Oh, holy fuck!” I yank my hands up to cover my face. I’d like to enjoy this in the dark, not staring down to my death, thank you very much.
Rhenn brings his mouth near my ear, nipping lightly on the lobe. “That reaction better have been from me, not the view.”
I take in a breath, relaxing back into his touch. “That reaction was from fear. This view sucks.”
“I beg to fucking differ.”
Something in the way he says it has my eyes opening again, except this time, I make sure to look at him, not the ground. Rhenn’s gaze is heavy, focused fully on me. It causes an eruption inside me. This man is doing very bad things to me in a very public place, and the little voice that should be telling me I shouldn’t be enjoying this is begging him to give me even more.
He adds another digit, scissoring his thick fingers inside of me. I let out a small whimper, pressing my hips forward to get more friction from his working palm.
“So needy,” he croons, moving his thumb in a slow circle. “You like this, don’t you, Vix? You want me to touch you.”
“Yes.”
“You get this wet for anyone else?”
Wet is one thing. This man turns me into a freaking faucet, even without the help of his skilled fingers.
“You get this wet for Dax?”
Ah-ha! He was jealous.
“I don’t know,” I say on a breath. “I haven’t given him the opportunity to try yet.” I make sure to smile, letting him think it’s something I might just have to explore.
He eyes me, as if gauging my tone to see if it’s something I’d actually do, then shrugs. The asshole freaking shrugs. “You’re thirty seconds from coming on my hand, and fifteen seconds from crying my name. I doubt that little shit’s even on your radar.”
Confident and cocky as ever.
Rhenn presses deeper, quickening his motions. I bite down on my bottom lip, spreading my legs even wider for him. He chuckles, then grabs the back of my neck with his free hand, forcing my face closer to his.
“What are you doing?” I barely manage through heavy pants.
“Preparing.”
I want to ask what for, but I’m rising too high, reaching the peak far faster than I’m ready.
I gasp, feeling the flutters he’d been working up take flight.
“That’s right, Vix. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
I nod, swallowing down a cry as my head goes light. “Right there, right there. Fuck.”
He does as I ask, adding more pressure to my oversensitive clit. The look in his eyes is frenzied, devouring every moment of knowing what he’s doing to me. I don’t care if he knows. I don’t care if everyone does.
He feels it happening as I do, crashing his lips to mine so he can swallow every last scream as my entire body comes free falling down. Rhenn continues to work me until there’s nothing left but whimpers passing between our mouths.
