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His hands squeeze my thighs, and he licks his lips. His eyes drop down to my mouth and then back up to my eyes. “And what exactly is that?”
I shift, dropping lower onto his lap until I’m pressed firmly against him. He growls, and I pant, rocking my hips without thought.
I move toward him at the same time he presses forward. Our mouths meet in the middle in a kiss that obliterates any that came before. If I believed Rhys thought I was weak, that’s been erased by his kiss. It’s a brutal, wicked claim I didn’t know was possible with only lips and tongue. His hands drive into my hair, grabbing handfuls of the golden strands and holding me in place while he learns the shape of my mouth, the taste of me.
I run my hands up and down his arms, dazed by the strength of his corded muscles as they flex under my fingers. He’s hard beneath me and I rock my hips, moaning into his kiss. Rhys keeps hold of my head with one hand and his other travels down my throat and shoulder, skimming over my arm until he drops it to my thigh. My dress is pushed up, but his hand disappears underneath the fabric. It slides up my leg until he reaches the juncture where my hip meets my thigh. His large hand tightens around my hip while his thumb presses into my lower stomach. He’s so close and yet so far away from where I want him to touch me.
Rhys pulls back and I whimper at the loss of his kiss. His lips are full, and his eyes are more violet than I’ve ever seen them.
“Tell me to stop, Zara.”
As soon as he speaks, his mouth is back on me, sucking and licking a spot on my neck that makes my back arch and my toes curl.
“Take off your shirt,” I gasp instead.
“Fuck, you are too tempting,” Rhys pants against my skin. Sick of waiting for him to follow my directions, I grab the bottom of his shirt and tug it up and off of him.
Even though he was just asking me to stop him, he lets me yank off his clothing. When he lowers his arms, both hands land on my thighs, grazing over my skin until he’s grasping my backside.
The first sight of his naked torso has me forgetting to breathe. His muscles are defined, his chest lightly dusted with dark hair. I run my hands over his chest, investigating each muscle as they travel down to his stomach. There are tattoos scattered over his body, with no discernible pattern to their placement. His skin is so hot. I drop my head, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, creating a path up his neck and beneath his jaw. The rough stubble on his face scratches against my skin, but I love it.
“Ruby’s going to kill me if I don’t get you back downstairs, sweetheart.”
I move my head down and bite his nipple. His hand is right back in my hair, tugging my head back so I can see his sly smile. “You are a surprising woman.”
“Don’t be thinking about my sister when I have my hands all over you.”
“Fuck,” Rhys groans, but it’s part pain, part laughter. “You’re perfect. Trust me, I am not thinking about Ruby for any reason other than the fact that I’m afraid she’ll kick me in the balls if I keep you up here too long.
“This”—Rhys thrusts up from beneath me while he jerks my hips forward—“is only for you.” His erection grinds against me, but it’s not enough friction. I need him inside me.
A banging sounds on the door and I freeze. Rhys sighs, his roaming hands coming to a stop just above my knees.
“Rhys, don’t make me pick this lock, too. Open up, you fuckface.”
I raise a brow at Rhys.
“I’m sorry, but if Ruby destroys my dick, I won’t be able to do anything for you anyway.”
“You’ll still have a mouth.” I grin at him, and he barks out a surprised laugh.
“Oh my God. You and Ruby really are sisters. Either that, or it’s only taken weeks for her to corrupt you.” Rhys pulls our bodies flush, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my mouth.
“Say goodbye to your dong, asshole,” Ruby shouts through the door as she pounds on it again.
“She’s persistent.”
“And crazy.” Rhys plucks me from his lap like I’m no more than a feather and tosses me on the couch. He’s up and across the room a second later, pulling his shirt back on before unlocking the door and throwing it open. Ruby’s leaning against the frame of the door, murder flashing in her eyes. I’m suddenly a little scared for Rhys.
Jumping up from my spot on the couch, I practically run across the room and skid to a stop beside Rhys. I stand in front of him just enough that Ruby doesn’t have direct access to his crotch.
Rhys makes an amused sound. That’s probably not the wisest choice.
“I’m feeling a lot better. Those people didn’t come back, did they?”
Ruby turns her scowl toward me, but it morphs into a look of concern. “Do I need to beat him up?” Ruby points at Rhys.
“What? No. Why would you need to beat him up?”
“Apparently, that’s what we do to our friends when they make out with our siblings.”
Rhys groans, but I’m tired of this conversation. I really don’t want to know what that’s all about.
“I would really like some birthday cake now. Maybe a piece of Davis’s pie too. Can we go back downstairs?” I grab Ruby’s arm and pull her out of Rhys’s apartment with me.
I look over my shoulder, just in time to catch Rhys adjusting himself. I think having all of these experiences is going to be a lot of fun.
