Page 35 of Beach House Beauty


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As soon as he sees me coming toward him, he opens his arms, ready to catch me. I crash into him like a meteor, knocking him back a little deeper into the shadows. His body engulfs me, his breathing ragged. His erection presses against my belly. All I see in the dark are his green eyes blazing with unholy fire.

“Jesus, Raven,” he growls.

Our lips meet, our tongues moving in a perfectly choreographed dance. We melt into one another, a tangle of trembling limbs and greedy desperation. Of forbidden desire and helpless addiction. We’re slaves to it, unable to deny the strength of the bond between us.

He’s my father’s best friend, but that’s not what I think about when he touches me. All I think about is how good he is to me, and how badly I ache for him. All I see is him, that big body hewn from one thick slab of muscle. Those tattoos painted across his golden skin. The angular cut of his jaw and the full, uneven lips that kiss me like he plans to survive off me.

“You sing like a fucking angel,” he whispers, breaking the kiss to look at me. His expression is aswirl with emotion. Pride. Possession. Desire.

Does he know I sang for him? That I meant every word?

“I missed you today,” I whisper instead of telling him.

“Yeah?” he asks.

I bob my head, strands of my hair catching on the wooden wall. We’re completely hidden from the rest of the bar, tucked in an alcove behind the stage. They’re only yards away, but miles might as well separate us. They’re muted, their applause fading as Tawnie introduces the next act for the night.

“Were you singing for me, sweet Raven?” Rhys asks, his firm hands locking down on my hips.

“I…”

“Don’t lie to me, songbird.”

“Yes,” I whisper.

He grunts his satisfaction, pulling me closer. I feel the hard ridge of his erection against my belly. Anticipation turns my nipples to hard points. We’re in the middle of a bar, and I want him anyway. I think some part of me wants him right now because we’re in the middle of a bar. There’s a naughty, forbidden edge to the desire coursing through my veins. I know he won’t allow anyone to see me. But the thought that they’re so close…I like it.

“Rhys? I need you.”

A growl rumbles in his throat.

“Please,” I whisper, feeling like I might spiral out of control. I’ve never thought about having sex like this, with one hundred other people so close. But I’m not surprised. When Rhys touches me, nothing else matters. He consumes me, turns me into some wanton version of myself that I find myself eager to know. She’s braver than I am, bolder. Capable of keeping this dark prince worshipping at her feet.

“You need to come, Raven?” he asks, spinning me around in his arms so I’m staring out at the stage. His hand splays across my belly, so low I feel the heat of it between my legs. “You want me inside you right here?”

I moan his name.

“Tell me,” he demands, pressing his lips to my exposed shoulder. His hand creeps lower.

Warmth rushes through me, every nerve ending in my body firing.

“Tell me, Raven.”

“Yes.” The word is a mere whisper of sound exhaled into the shadows.

“No, princess. I want you to say the words. Open that sweet mouth and tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I…” I falter and then reach deep for a little courage. “Fuck me, Rhys. Please.”

He spins me to face him again, his forest eyes twin flames of male satisfaction.

“Kiss me,” he demands, thrusting his hand into my hair to crane my head back.

I kiss him willingly, my lips whispering along his before I slip my tongue inside his mouth, emboldened the way I always am in his arms. I pour everything into the kiss, trying to wreck him like he always does me. Warmth turns to heat and then to fire and liquid flame. It licks along every inch of my skin, turning need into a painful, blistering ache.

“I need you.”

I’m not sure which of us speaks those words. I feel his need for me as if it’s my own. He feels mine the same way, I know he does. We feed off each other, our desire creating a powerful harmonic that flows between us in an unbroken line. First in me and then in him. When he’s kissing me, I feel every second, every heartbeat.

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