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“Rhys?”
When she repeated his name, shivering slightly at the cold of the night, her nipples hardening before his eyes, Rhys licked his lips, taking a step forward. “It’s day ninety-three.”
“Huh?” She asked, obviously confused and still not fully awake.
Taking another step toward Shay, forcing her to open the door a little wider, Rhys curved his lips into a smile, Shay blinking as he leaned in and said again. “It’s day ninety-three.”
Something seemed to register in her head because Shay sucked in a breath and her lips parted slightly, the pink of her tongue flicked out to her bottom lip and something snapped in Rhys. Reaching out, he cupped Shay’s face in his hands and crushed his lips to hers before she could protest or do anything.
The moment his lips touched hers, and Shay’s moan vibrated against his lips, Rhys was addicted, devouring her mouth,fuckingher mouth like he was starving, plunging his tongue into her mouth, and lapping at her tongue. His hands made their way down from her face, blazing a trail down her body until they cupped the firmness of her ass and started to walk them inside the apartment.
Rhys kept kissing her, his chest burning with the need to take in air, and yet, he had never felt so alive, Shay’s hands sliding up his chest and when she gave him a gentle but firm push, Rhys pulled back, giving Shay just a little space.
Shay backed against the wall, closing the door with a trembling hand and Rhys backed up to the other wall. Her lips were red and kiss swollen, her breathing ragged, her palms now flat on the wall like she didn’t trust herself to not reach for him.
There was nothing but a step between them in the narrow hallway, Rhys far too warm in his leather jacket. He stripped it off, dropped it where he stood, as Shay watched him, a lust in her eyes that mirrored his own.
“You can’t...,” Shay started to say, swallowing hard like it was hard for her to speak, that sensuous low tone doing nothing to quench the thirst in Rhys. “You can’t just show up at my house at the ass crack of morning and kiss me like that. Not now. I don’t care if your ninety days are up or not, Rhys. I meant what I said. You can’t kiss me like that when you plan on leaving.”
“I’m not.”
“Sorry...what?”
“I’m not leaving. I’m staying. Now can I go back to kissing you?” Rhys teased, taking a step closer, stopping when Shay placed her hands on his stomach. He could still have lowered his head to kiss her, but instead he leaned his forehead against hers and sighed. “You’re killing me, babe. My cock had been hard since the first time I saw you across the bar, before I knew who you were.”
Shay’s eyes widened, her hands starting to travel up toward his chest and then Rhys heard her say. “Fuck it.”
Her fingers grasped his tee and yanked him to her, their lips colliding once more as Rhys pressed into her, grinding his hard-on against her as he went back to fucking her with his mouth. Rhys wanted to spend time tasting and teasing her body, but he knew that if he did that, he might not last very long and he just wanted to be inside her, even if it meant taking her up against the wall.
Breaking the kiss, Rhys trailed his lips down her neck, making his way to her perfect handfuls of breasts, cupping one roughly with his hand and lowered his mouth to suck the other through the cotton of her top. Shay groaned, her hands going to his hair, and she curved a leg around his waist, bringing her centre in line with his raging hard-on.
Rhys slid a hand between their bodies, found that Shay’s shorts were already wet and Rhys about damn lost his mind. He stopped suckling on her breast long enough to yank her top over her head, then removed his own, then Shay unhooked her leg to slide her shorts down over her ass and kicked them aside, standing before him gloriously naked.
“You are a goddess,” Rhys told her, pulling at the belt of his jeans, then stripped them off, was about to give his cock a stroke when Shay reached out and took matters into her own hands. “Fuck, Shay. Stop or I’ll come and I really want to be inside you when I do.”
A slow, seductive smile crept over Shay’s lips. “Then fuck me, Rhys. Right here, right now.”
Rhys heard himself growl, bending down to find the condoms he’d brought just in case, making quick work unwrapping and rolling it on. Then Rhys lunged for Shay, kissing her again, and he didn’t think he would ever get tired of kissing her.
His mind almost scrambled as he positioned them so that he could start to push his cock into her, Shay’s hands wrapping around his neck, his hands cupping her ass as he thrust into her fully in one stroke, her gasp coming out in a heady moan. Her walls clenched around his cock, and he paused to give Shay a second, even though he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.
He wanted her too much and it had been a while.
“Fucking move, Rhys. Move.”
She scrapped her nails along his scalp and that was Rhys’s undoing, as he lost off finesse and just continued to slide in and out of Shay, her back slapping against the wall and the only sounds made were the expression of their pleasure. Rhys felt Shay tremble in his arms, knew she was close to orgasm, and knew his own release was not far away, lifting his head to lock with Shay’s gaze and the moment their eyes clashed, Shay barked out a curse and came hard, the clench of her walls as she orgasmed, sending him over the edge with one final thrust.
Neither of them said anything for a moment, Rhys still inside her, their eyes still locked with one another, both of their chests rising and falling rapidly as they tried to catch their breaths. Then Shay smiled, making Rhys want to kiss her again, so he did just that.
And in that moment, still sheathed inside of Shay, Rhys realized that the feeling in his chest was more than just lust, more than sexual chemistry, and it felt like waking up.
ChapterTwenty-Seven
Shay
Shay wokeup the next morning, the sexiest rockstar in her bed. Their frantic sex in the hall had been wild and passionate as hell, and Shay had been woken during the night by Rhys who played her body like he played his keyboard. She was a melted goo of satisfaction when she pried her eyes open this morning.
Rhys was still asleep, curled into her body, one hand resting on the curve of her breast, the other cupping her thigh as she lay on her back. His face was pressed into the curve of her neck, her skin tickling with every exhale of breath as Rhys slept on.
