“Gabby—”
“You make me crazy too,” I whisper and lean in to kiss his chest, right over his heart. “You’ve kept me crazy for days.”
“You were so tired last night, baby.”
“I know.” I smile softly and look up into his deep green eyes. “But I’m not so tired now.”
He cocks a brow before lifting me into his arms and laying me back on the bed that’s already been turned down.
Hmm…maybe I should offer turn-down service at the inn. I bet guests would appreciate it, for moments like this.
“No thinking about work.”
I glance up in surprise. “How did you know?”
“You get a crease between your eyebrows.” He rubs the spot with the pad of his thumb, then gently brushes it down the bridge of my nose and settles beside me.
“When did you take your pants off?” I glance around. “And grab condoms?”
“While you were daydreaming about work.” He smirks and kisses my shoulder again, then drags the tip of his tongue up my neck and turns my face to meet his. “If, at any time, you need or want me to stop, all you have to do is say so.”
I nod, fully trusting him.
“How long has it been?”
He wants to talk about this now?
He simply raises a brow when I hesitate.
“Since I got pregnant,” I whisper. His eyes widen, and then narrow with pure male possessiveness. “How long has it been for you?”
And then he frowns.
“Hey, I get to know too.”
“More than a year. Maybe close to two.”
“Right.” I roll my eyes, but he pins me beneath him, my hands in his, pressed to the bed above my head, and he kisses me deeply, until I am gasping for breath, then pulls back.
“I don’t lie, Gabby. No one has interested me in a very long time. And I no longer waste my time with anything that doesn’t interest me.”
I bite my lip and nod. “Okay.”
“And I’m not going to take this fast.” He plants those full lips at the side of my mouth and nibbles, then drags his nose down my jaw to my ear. “I’m going to take my time. Your body will burn.”
He tugs on my earlobe with his teeth.
“You’ll be drenched.”
“I already am,” I reply and wiggle under him, earning a deep chuckle.
“You will beg for me.”
“I don’t beg for anything.” But my voice doesn’t sound as sure as I’d like it to.
“Oh, baby,” he whispers as he releases one of my hands and pulls his fingertips down my arm to my breast, still covered in the sexy underwear the girls talked me into. “Challenge accepted.”
I think I’m in trouble.
Or I’m in for the best experience of my life.
His mouth wanders down my torso, leaving a wet trail. He sucks my nipples through the lace, then tugs it down and licks them some more, teasing them into tight nubs. Finally, he rips the last of my underwear off and tosses them over his shoulder.
“The shoes stay.”
It’s not a request.
And damn if it isn’t sexy as hell.
He nuzzles my belly on his way downtown, but rather than kiss me there, he flips me over onto my belly and continues the assault on the backs of my legs, alternating wet kisses and light touches over the delicate skin behind my knees and inner thighs. Finally, he grips my ass in both hands, spreads me apart and laps at my core, from my clit to my anus and back down again.
“Oh my God!”
“Jesus, you’re wet.”
“It’s not my fault,” I reply breathlessly. “You’re sexy.”
He chuckles and bites my ass cheek, then the other to match, and nibbles up my spine to my neck and speaks into my ear again.
“Your body was made to make a man weep with joy. I want to fuck you, and spank you, and pamper you, all at the same time.”
Jesus, he can’t say shit like that to me.
“You like that?”
I shrug, unable to move much from this angle, but God, I can’t talk either. I’m a big, tight ball of lust.
“I think you do,” he whispers and bites the lobe again before kissing his way back down. “I think you like it when I talk dirty to you.”
I moan in agreement and tip my ass up, hoping for more attention, and he readily obliges, rubbing two fingers through my folds.
“Your lips are swollen,” he says as he kisses down my back. “And your clit is coming out to play.”
His thumb draws circles around the center of my universe, making me cry out.
“Oh my God!”
“That’s right, baby.” He repeats the motion, and slowly sticks two fingers inside me. “God, you’re tight.”
I whimper, my hips moving in circles. Damn, if only he’d touch me a little harder, a little faster—
And suddenly I’m on my back again and Rhys is kneeling between my legs.
Finally!
But he doesn’t push inside me. He just smiles and kisses back down my torso, over my belly, to my core, and pulls my clit between his lips, tugging just hard enough to send me over the edge.
“Fuck!” I jackknife off the bed, but Rhys pins me down with his hand firmly between my breasts as he has his way with me.
And it’s amazing. Like, the kind of shit you write home about.
But it’s not exactly what I want.
“Rhys.”
He shakes his head, and that makes my eyes cross.
“You make me crazy too,” I whisper and lean in to kiss his chest, right over his heart. “You’ve kept me crazy for days.”
“You were so tired last night, baby.”
“I know.” I smile softly and look up into his deep green eyes. “But I’m not so tired now.”
He cocks a brow before lifting me into his arms and laying me back on the bed that’s already been turned down.
Hmm…maybe I should offer turn-down service at the inn. I bet guests would appreciate it, for moments like this.
“No thinking about work.”
I glance up in surprise. “How did you know?”
“You get a crease between your eyebrows.” He rubs the spot with the pad of his thumb, then gently brushes it down the bridge of my nose and settles beside me.
“When did you take your pants off?” I glance around. “And grab condoms?”
“While you were daydreaming about work.” He smirks and kisses my shoulder again, then drags the tip of his tongue up my neck and turns my face to meet his. “If, at any time, you need or want me to stop, all you have to do is say so.”
I nod, fully trusting him.
“How long has it been?”
He wants to talk about this now?
He simply raises a brow when I hesitate.
“Since I got pregnant,” I whisper. His eyes widen, and then narrow with pure male possessiveness. “How long has it been for you?”
And then he frowns.
“Hey, I get to know too.”
“More than a year. Maybe close to two.”
“Right.” I roll my eyes, but he pins me beneath him, my hands in his, pressed to the bed above my head, and he kisses me deeply, until I am gasping for breath, then pulls back.
“I don’t lie, Gabby. No one has interested me in a very long time. And I no longer waste my time with anything that doesn’t interest me.”
I bite my lip and nod. “Okay.”
“And I’m not going to take this fast.” He plants those full lips at the side of my mouth and nibbles, then drags his nose down my jaw to my ear. “I’m going to take my time. Your body will burn.”
He tugs on my earlobe with his teeth.
“You’ll be drenched.”
“I already am,” I reply and wiggle under him, earning a deep chuckle.
“You will beg for me.”
“I don’t beg for anything.” But my voice doesn’t sound as sure as I’d like it to.
“Oh, baby,” he whispers as he releases one of my hands and pulls his fingertips down my arm to my breast, still covered in the sexy underwear the girls talked me into. “Challenge accepted.”
I think I’m in trouble.
Or I’m in for the best experience of my life.
His mouth wanders down my torso, leaving a wet trail. He sucks my nipples through the lace, then tugs it down and licks them some more, teasing them into tight nubs. Finally, he rips the last of my underwear off and tosses them over his shoulder.
“The shoes stay.”
It’s not a request.
And damn if it isn’t sexy as hell.
He nuzzles my belly on his way downtown, but rather than kiss me there, he flips me over onto my belly and continues the assault on the backs of my legs, alternating wet kisses and light touches over the delicate skin behind my knees and inner thighs. Finally, he grips my ass in both hands, spreads me apart and laps at my core, from my clit to my anus and back down again.
“Oh my God!”
“Jesus, you’re wet.”
“It’s not my fault,” I reply breathlessly. “You’re sexy.”
He chuckles and bites my ass cheek, then the other to match, and nibbles up my spine to my neck and speaks into my ear again.
“Your body was made to make a man weep with joy. I want to fuck you, and spank you, and pamper you, all at the same time.”
Jesus, he can’t say shit like that to me.
“You like that?”
I shrug, unable to move much from this angle, but God, I can’t talk either. I’m a big, tight ball of lust.
“I think you do,” he whispers and bites the lobe again before kissing his way back down. “I think you like it when I talk dirty to you.”
I moan in agreement and tip my ass up, hoping for more attention, and he readily obliges, rubbing two fingers through my folds.
“Your lips are swollen,” he says as he kisses down my back. “And your clit is coming out to play.”
His thumb draws circles around the center of my universe, making me cry out.
“Oh my God!”
“That’s right, baby.” He repeats the motion, and slowly sticks two fingers inside me. “God, you’re tight.”
I whimper, my hips moving in circles. Damn, if only he’d touch me a little harder, a little faster—
And suddenly I’m on my back again and Rhys is kneeling between my legs.
Finally!
But he doesn’t push inside me. He just smiles and kisses back down my torso, over my belly, to my core, and pulls my clit between his lips, tugging just hard enough to send me over the edge.
“Fuck!” I jackknife off the bed, but Rhys pins me down with his hand firmly between my breasts as he has his way with me.
And it’s amazing. Like, the kind of shit you write home about.
But it’s not exactly what I want.
“Rhys.”
He shakes his head, and that makes my eyes cross.
