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I own those, too.
Rys looks me right in the eyes. I don’t know what he sees but, in the next breath, he tucks his chin in, angling his head so that he can brush his lips against min
e. When I open my mouth to let him in, he takes full advantage to do so. Within seconds, I’m wrapped up in his arms, his hands roaming over my back as he kisses me more deeply than I’ve been kissed in a long, long time.
I knew from the first touch that I was a goner. But when Rys closes his mouth on mine, kissing me, stroking me… this is happening. I couldn’t stop it if I tried—or even if a guard came strolling by.
I’ve only ever been with one man before. My Jimmy. We were high school sweethearts who started dating when we were barely sixteen. Being like any hot-blooded teen, he was ready to go at the drop of the hat but we waited until we were together for a year before we lost our virginity to each other.
Our first time was outside. Not in the open open, but Jim and I had sex in my favorite park, spread out on a blanket next to our secret waterfall. It was late and it was dark and the moonlight bathed our skin—but someone could have stumbled on us at any time.
Just like now.
I guess I’m a bit of an exhibitionist. The threat of being caught has always ramped up the need and the desire for me. Jim went along with it, even though he wasn’t as into it as I was, and eventually we kept out sex life confined to our bedroom. The spark was gone, and it didn’t matter.
I haven’t gotten laid in so long. This might not have been my plan when I insisted he touch me—I really did have good intentions of going to sleep—but now that it’s happening, I can’t wait to be with Rys.
The open bars—the risk that one of the guards might change up their patrol—only makes it harder for me to dial it back. I could. I’m totally the instigator here, and despite being so much bigger than me, Rys is following my lead. He’s taking his cues from me. If I jump off his lap, leaving him with the monster hard-on I feel under my ass, he’ll let me go without a word. I’m sure of it.
But that’s the thing. Reckless or not, I don’t want to jump off his lap. I want him to burrow so deeply inside of me that I don’t know where I end or he begins.
And we can’t do that if we’re still dressed.
I go first. Pulling back just enough so that I can grab the hem of my tank top, I yank it up and over my head before letting it fall to the floor.
I don’t think Rys was expecting me to just go for it like that. His breath is a sharp intake of air before he exhales softly.
“What’s this?” His murmur turns almost reverential. “You’ve painted your skin?”
That’s right. He’s never seen it before. “It’s a tattoo,” I tell him.
He runs his hands over the length of it that he can reach. With my bra still on, he’s missing a few of the flowers, and the vine twines around my hips and part of my ass. The massive daisy chain takes up my whole left side and if he stops to study it, we can be here all night.
I shake my head, then reach behind me to unhook my bra and slip it off. “You can look at it later. Promise.”
As soon as my tits are free, Rys’s attention goes right from my tattoo to my bare chest. He seems entranced by them. If the look on his face wasn’t so hot, I might’ve giggled.
He may be fae, but he’s still a man.
A few seconds later, he manages to break his stare. Then, in the next heartbeat, he moves.
I go from sitting on his lap to being flipped over so that I’m on my back and Rys is looming over me, his long tawny hair providing the most erotic curtain around us.
My voice comes out in a breathless whisper as I demand, “What are you doing?”
He spreads my jeans to their limit, forcing my legs to widen as he wedges his body between them. Even though he’s still dressed and my jeans are between us, I can feel his cock pushing up against me where our bodies meet.
Oh, yeah. There’s no going back now.
“I doubt the guards will come but, just in case, I’ll provide cover for you.” His voice drops to a possessive growl that is so damn sexy with his lyrical accent. “I don’t want anyone to see what’s mine.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Yours?”
In answer to my question, he ducks his head, taking my nipple in between his lips before lathing it with a broad swipe of his tongue.
On a groan, I throw back my head, arching my back so he can take as much of my tit into his mouth as he wants. And I decide, if being Rys’s means having his mouth on me and making me feel this good, I’m okay with it.
After lavishing attention on my one boob, he lets it go free from the heat of his mouth with a nearly audible pop. The nipple is so warm, so tight, and my breast feels heavy. I reach up to rub it right as Rys turns toward its twin, repeating the same ministrations and making me moan while he does it.
