His lips tip up, and he softly brushes them across mine. “Oh, you’re too much, baby. You’re almost a slob, you eat too much junk food, and you snore through your nose like a purring kitten. But you’re my slob, and I don’t think I could sleep without hearing you next to me every night. I wouldn’t want you any other way.” He pauses, and his gaze moves over my face before his deep voice softens. “Say yes, baby. Sayyou’ll be my wife.”
I smile and slide my thumb down his beard. “Yes, Rhys, I’ll marry you.”
His lips crash onto mine, and he spins us to pin me between him and the wall. His tongue slides through my lips, his hands are tight around my ribs, his hard body pushes against mine, wedging me as he kisses me throughly, his tongue sliding over mine.
Every synapse in my body comes alive as his large palm cups my breast and pinches the pebbled nipple through my shirt, the sensation sending a shudder of pleasure over me. Clenching my legs around him tighter, my fingers digging into the skin between his shoulder and neck, a small moan escapes my lips when he grinds his hard length against my wet center.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” I breathe into his mouth, swiveling my hips against him.
Moving his lips across my jaw, kissing every inch before he gets to my neck, he sucks the skin between his lips. Tipping my head against the wall behind me, I can’t focus on anything but the tingles swirling around my core as he rocks his hard cock against my clit through our clothes.
“Rhys.” I want to feel him inside me. No, I need to feel him inside me.
“Yeah, baby.” He nips the skin under my jaw and then slides his tongue over the sting.
The heat of arousal is warming my body, my skin tingling all the way to my toes. “Stop teasing me. I need to feel you.”
Lifting his head to bring us eye to eye, his obsidian orbs locked on mine, he slides his rough hands back to my ass. I suck in a breath when I hear the material of my yoga pants tear, and cool air kisses my skin.
His lips tip up on one side, his voice is husky. “No panties today.”
Slipping my fingers between the buttons on his expensive shirt, I pull it apart, and buttons pop off and scatter everywhere. He lifts a brow and I say, “These were my favorite pants.”
Humor fills his eyes as my fingers trail down the dips and planes of his muscled front and unbuckle his belt. Pressing his hands against the wall under my arms, he gives me space to unbutton his pants and slip my hand into his boxers, making him hiss through his teeth when I curl my hand around his length.
Setting his forehead against mine, his eyes are heavy as I stroke his length, the skin hot and silky against my palm. A growl rattles up his chest. “Baby, I’ll buy you all the fucking pants you want.”
The inferno burning between my legs has burned up all my patience, and I press his tip to my entrance as I seal my lips over his. He pushes into me in one long thrust, seating himself inside me, and we groan in unison, our breaths hot against our lips.
“Fuck, this pussy.” He mumbles into my mouth as his hands palm my ass again, pulling me open wider.
The heat radiating off him is heavy with his cologne. The spice of cloves wraps around me, making me even wetter, my pussy salivating like Pavlov’s dog.
My fingers dig into his shoulders as I look between us. I watch as he slides into me, making us one with each thrust. His cock head sliding against my sensitive G-spot is winding my insides up like a spring about to snap.
Lifting my eyes, I meet his dark ones full of love and lust, and see my future. And my heart beats even harder as emotions flood my senses.
“I love you.” I pant, pressure pushing against the edges of my core, threatening to detonate.
He presses his forehead to mine again and then his thumbto my clit. “I love you, too, baby. Now come on my cock.”
He slides his thumb in little circles over my clit before pressing again, and I see stars as I cry out. “Rhys!”
“Fuck.” He growls, and he thrusts into me faster and harder, his hips grinding into my skin as he rides out the pulsing of my orgasm. One, two, three more pumps and I feel his release heating my walls.
Sagging against me, our breaths come hard and fast. He brushes his lips against mine. “How about that dinner?”
I smile and tip my head. “I’m starving, Assistant Director.”
His smile brightens his face, and he kisses me again.
My phone buzzing on one of the shelves interrupts the kiss, and he pulls out of me as I slide down his front. When I get closer, a picture of Gray and Lainey Rai is on the screen of my phone, and I pick it up to answer. “Hey, big brother.”
“I hope you’re not too busy tonight.” He says, his voice is low, almost like he’s whispering, and worry pulls my eyebrows together.
“Why? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.” I can hear the smile in his voice, and I let out the breath that lodged in my chest. “I want you to meet someone.”
