He kissed the tip of my nose. “I dunno—if I have to explain that I’m seducing you, maybe I’m not doing a very good job of it.”
I shook my head, stretching up to kiss his square. “Nah. You’re doing an excellent job of it.”
Turning his head, he brushed his lips along mine.
“That okay?”
“More than,” I said, going back for another kiss. Then another. Soon his arms tightened around me and we were exchanging soft, open-mouthed kisses. I’d certainly hadhookups that’d gotten physical within thirty seconds of them walking in the door, but this was not that.
I don’t let a lot of people know this, but I’m a sucker for an affectionate man. I know I look like the kind of guy who’d fuck somebody in a bathroom stall with nothing more than spit for lube—to be fair, I’m that guy, too—but deep down, I’m a sweet kisses in the streets, dirty fucking in the sheets kind of guy.
Rhys pushed his tongue into my mouth, and damn, it was short-circuiting my brain. I whined when he trailed kisses along my jawline, but then shut the hell up when he reached my neck and kept going.
He drew back despite my protests, and started moving things around on the counter behind me. His powerful hands gripped my hips and, without warning, he lifted me up, setting my ass on the cleared space.
Ain’t nothing small about me, and he just manhandled me like a Raggedy Ann doll. I might already be in love.
Stepping between my thighs, his broad thighs stretched my legs apart as he slotted our cocks together. Before I could catch my breath, he dove in for an even deeper kiss. Maybe I should be slowing us down, but… fuck it. I wrapped my legs around his waist, adding friction to our illicit grind.
“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna come in my pants,” I warned.
His generous mouth tipped up into a grin. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?”
Gripping the button on my jeans, he paused, looking at me with a raised brow. We’d shared our statuses, and I couldn’t think of anything else I could possibly want to do than have him take me apart.
When I nodded, he thumbed open the button, then unzipped me just as quickly. I gripped the edge of the counter and held myself up while he yanked my jeans and underwear down. I satthere, ass cheeks on the chilly counter, without a care in the world.
Grinning, he knelt before me then confidently took my entire length in his mouth. I hissed with pleasure, running my fingers through his soft, fluffy hair as he buried his nose in my pubes, hollowing out his cheeks like it was his last day on earth.
The pleasure hit my veins like a drug, and I had a flash of early Sunday morning farmer’s markets, lazy days twisted up in sun-soaked sheets together, and whisperedI love yous.
The one remaining brain cell in my head tried valiantly to send out an alarm.Too fast. Too fast.Sadly, that message was immediately set on fire and burned to ash as Rhys’s eyes latched on to mine. The craziest sensation hit me square in the chest—less a lightning strike and more a humming electricity, like a resonant, sharedknowing.
I knew in that moment my life was about to change for the better.
CHAPTER 5
RHYS
The look Sevwas giving me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. I’d had plenty of wham-bam encounters before, but this wasn’t that. He was too delicious to resist. His hand was buried in my hair, gripping the roots like he might fly off the planet if he weren’t anchored.
His hips started rolling in time with his moans, so I went a little deeper, sucked a little harder as I pumped up and down on his shaft.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he warned, his voice shredded.
God, I wanted to taste him. Needed it. Tightening my hold, I thumbed his hip bones as I continued to work him over, unable to rip my eyes from his. Seconds later he arched, shouting as his musky, bitter heat filled the back of my throat. I swallowed quickly, greedy for this part of him.
Once I was satisfied that I’d properly drained him, I stood between his thighs, forcing them apart again. His softening cock listed to the side, sticky against his perfect abs. The chemistry between us was dizzying and perfect. I loved the way this tough chef looked like he was about to melt into the countertop. Even the way his jeans were jammed halfway down his thighs mademe want to take up painting so that I could capture this scene of satisfaction and debauchery.
“Next time I need a piece of steak to rest, I won’t use a timer. I’ll just ask for a blow job,” he said, voice cracking, finally breaking the spell.
“I’m here to serve,” I said, kissing him until I felt dizzy with need. “Want your hands on me.”
I stepped back and he slid off the counter, nearly losing his balance when the jeans fell to his ankles. Laughing, I helped him with his jeans and underwear as he regained his equilibrium.
Running my nose in his hair, I wondered how he took his coffee. When he sat his butt against the edge of the counter, I thought briefly of the fact that I’d always wanted a dog, and was dying to know his stance on pets.
Pulling me in close, he buried his face in my chest. “Mm, titties.”
