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He sat down, chest heaving as he looked up at me.
His hair was slightly damp, like he’d just stepped out of the shower when I arrived. I slid my thumbs into my waistband and shimmied out of my pajama pants.
He exhaled, gritting his teeth. “Those too,” he growled, like he was doing everything in his power to keep himself on a short leash. Heat bloomed behind his eyes as I did what he said, and slowly, teasingly, pulled the lacy blue underwear I wore over my thighs and knees until they dropped to the ground and I stepped out of them.
I realized with a start that I wanted to see this man come completely undone. We were alike in a lot of ways, one of which being calculated control. We had to be given what we studied. We had the ability to turn off our minds entirely and see a much bigger, broader picture. He was likely going over the pros and cons of continuing this moment in his mind, weighing the consequences against our actions.
Right now, I was the thing I wanted him to be thinking about.
I walked up to him and straddled his lap. He leaned back, looking up at me with hooded eyes. I ran my fingers through his hair. I took my time as I traced the sharp planes of his face, his cheeks, his jaw, memorizing each freckle.
He’d said I was most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He’d obviously never looked in the mirror.
I reached for his glasses, not wanting to accidently break them when things inevitably got hot and heavy, and he stopped me, grabbing my wrist. “I want to be able to see you,” he said with a wry smile, his tone almost boyish.
“How bad is your vision?” I teased. I couldn’t help it. I took the glasses and turned them around, sliding them on my own face, and grimaced. “Oh, my goodness. You’re blind as a bat—”
He flipped me over before I had time to react, rising over me as he pulled off his shirt. I immediately took off the glasses and blinked, clearing my vision enough to see him in all his glory. He was fit, I knew that much. But seeing his bare chest in the firelight was something out of those silly romance novels Jessica loved that she didn’t know I’d snuck from her bookbag every once in a while.
I fumbled with his glasses, putting them back on his face at an awkward angle before trying to pull down his pants, but while my body begged to be taken, to be claimed by this man, he was in no rush at all.
He knelt with one knee on the ground and pulled me toward him, dropping his head between my legs before I could utter a single word of protest.
“Rhys!” I squeaked, my fingers digging into his taut shoulder muscles. “W-wait—”
He looked up at me expectantly, glasses still crooked, his hair tousled from my hands.
I was no spring maiden. I wasn’t a virgin, but I’d never done this. No man had ever gone down on me, and I was suddenly swept by self-consciousness as I debated shimmying away from him.
He rested a broad, warm hand on my thigh. “We don’t have to do this. Any of this.”
“I think it’s a little late now,” I choked out.
He ran his tongue along the inside of his lower lip, arching a brow at me. “I’m serious, Whitney. I’m not going to—to take advantage of you in any way.”
“I know you’re not. You think I’d let you?” My voice faltered, overwhelmed by my stupid, feral brain that was insisting yes, I did kind of want him to take advantage of me.
He exhaled, nostrils flaring, and crawled toward me so we were face to face, balancing his weight so he didn’t crush me into the couch. He brushed a soft kiss over my lips, then tilted his mouth over mine, kissing me so fully it took my breath away. His tongue slid down over my neck, teeth nipping gently at my collarbone, and then down, and down, to my breasts.
I closed my eyes and let myself go, letting the room around me fade, and focused wholly on his touch. An educated touch, I assumed, because everything he did set my blood on fire and started a deep ache in my core. He took one nipple in his mouth, sucking, gently dragging his teeth over it until I moaned and arched my hips against his, desperate for more. Needing more.
He still had pants on. I needed them off now. I needed them—
He kissed down the slope of my belly, trailing soft touches over my hip bones, a place I didn’t know was so sensitive. And by the time those touches reached the apex of my thighs, I was already long gone, too wrapped up in the moment to care about my self-consciousness. He did give me a moment to change my mind. I opened my eyes, watching him run a hand up my thigh. He looked up at me, waiting for me to give him the green light.
I nodded, breathless, sweat beginning to prickle along my hairline.
The only way I could describe what happened next was worship. I felt both light as air and heavy at the same time. His mouth on my clit felt like nothing I’d ever experienced before, and soon I was writhing under his touch, crying out his name and begging him—for what, I had no idea. I didn’t think anything I said was coherent.
I wanted him so badly. All of him. It felt like I would break into pieces if I couldn’t feel all of him.
I nearly screamed as a flood of pleasure ripped through my body, blurring my senses. I blinked sleepily, feeling light as air, and saw him rising enough to take off his pants.
I couldn’t have moved if I’d tried or wanted to. My whole body was still riding that initial high, and having him fully naked in front of me had me fixated on the way his muscles rippled and his body moved.
He lowered himself on top of me, nudging my knees apart and wrapping an arm under my shoulders. He kissed me with everything he had, and I melted into his touch. His mouth was on mine as he pressed his cock into me, slowly, teasingly, like he had no intentions of rushing this. I bit down on my lower lip and groaned at the way he filled me up, stretching me to the edge of pain.
He let out his breath in a growl and began to move, his free arm clutching my hip hard as he pressed his forehead to mine.
