Within moments, I was there, hovering on the brink. Rhys lowered his head and pulled my nipple into his mouth as he moved and that was all it took.
Crying out, I fisted my hands in his hair and went flying. The spasms seemed to go on and on, shaking my body to the core. Rhys’ mouth crashed into mine, our tongues tangling, as he kept moving, drawing out the orgasm until it nearly hurt.
I whimpered against his lips and he groaned, thrusting into me one last time as his body went rigid. After a long moment, he relaxed against me, letting his weight pin me to the bed. I relished his warmth as my body quaked with intermittent aftershocks. Tucking my face into his neck, I kissed his throat and collarbone, my tongue darting out to taste his skin.
As our breathing returned to normal, Rhys lifted his head and looked down at me, his eyes concerned. “Did I hurt you?” he asked.
“No, that was perfect,” I sighed.
The corner of his mouth lifted in a small, crooked smile. “Perfect?”
I snuggled into him, wondering how I had waited so long to seduce him. He felt incredible. “Definitely.”
Moving carefully, he pulled out of my body and looked down. “What am I supposed to do with this now?” he asked.
I followed the direction of his gaze and saw the condom. “I’ll throw it away,” I volunteered.
Rhys shook his head. “No, you stay here. I’ll take care of it.”
He climbed out of the bed and I watched as he walked out of the room. Even in the watery moonlight, I could see the beautiful musculature of his back and buttocks and enjoyed the loose-hipped grace of his stride. While he was gone, I took a moment to straighten the blankets and sheets on the bed, locate my panties and slip them on. I briefly debated putting on my nightgown but decided against it. I wanted to enjoy the feeling of Rhys’ skin against mine.
Stretching out in the bed, I pulled the sheets up to my chest. Now that Rhys was no longer next to me, the room felt cool. He returned a few moments later with a glass of water in his hand. Considering how my mouth went dry when I got my first true glimpse of Rhys’ naked body from the front, I needed the liquid he offered to me.
“Thanks,” I murmured, taking the glass from him. Unbidden, my eyes wandered over his body as I drank. He reminded me of a Greek or Roman statue and he seemed completely at ease with his nudity. When I finally met his eyes, I felt a blush heat my face because he was watching me with a small smirk on his lips.
“Seen enough?” he asked, gently teasing.
“For now,” I replied, feeling surprisingly bold.
He grinned wide enough to reveal those intriguing creases in his cheeks that weren’t quite dimples, but were charming just the same. He took the glass when I held it out and drained the rest of the water from it before setting it on the dresser and coming back over to the bed.
He climbed beneath the covers and pulled me against his side so that my cheek rested on his shoulder.
“How do you feel?” I asked him, suddenly wondering if his emotions resembled mine at all.
“Happy,” he sighed. “How do you feel?” he asked in return.
I tilted my head back to look at him. “You can’t tell.”
“Maybe,” he drawled.
I smiled at him. “I feel the same way you do. Happy.”
And in love, but I didn’t say it aloud. I needed a little more time to come to terms with that feeling before I shared it with him. I might have loved some of the men in my past, but I had never felt like this before.
When Rhys cuddled me tighter against his side, I had an inkling that he already knew anyway but he was willing to wait until I was ready to say it.
I laid my hand on his chest, stroking his skin idly as I drifted closer to sleep. I decided that I wanted to sleep like this every night for the rest of my life.
