I came to seduce you.
“You… What?” Shock tightens his face.
Shit!I said that out loud.
Gotta go with it now.
Gliding forward, I double-check there’s nothing molten or burning on the table before sliding between him and the elevated wood, hefting myself onto the tabletop with a whoosh. “You heard me.”
God, who is this woman? I don’t recognize the confidence in my tone or the brazenness limning my limbs as I spread my legs to accommodate his thick waist.
“Yeah, but I’m having a hard time believing what I heard. What brought this on?” he asks, untying the dirty apron from around his waist. “Not that I don’t appreciate the visit.” His hands drop to the tops of my thighs, and grayish marks rub off from his skin to mine.
“I figured you could use a pick me up after how we left things yesterday.” True, but not entirely the reason. “I don’t like how upset you were, and I want to help.”
“By fucking me?” A half-smile peeks out behind his beard.
Blushing because he’s right, however blunt the assessment, my fingers lower to draw my dress higher until the lace of my panties show. “Exactly. Think of me as a special delivery just for you.”
A gravelly chuckle rumbles in his throat before he sweeps the skirt of my dress up and over my head, so my body’s on complete display for him.
At least you’re wearing your sexy panties this time.
“Sounds good to me.” His mouth swoops down to capture mine as one of my arms wraps around his massive shoulders. It’s amazing how small he makes me feel, yet powerful, too, like I alone am able to bring him to his knees.
My other hand goes for the button and zipper of his jeans, eager to finally feel his large cock between my thighs. The first time I held him in my palms trepidation shadowed my thoughts—can we make this work?—but concern for logistics is the last thing on my mind now. All I want is to be full of him.
“Eager little kitten, aren’t you?” he teases, sucking at the pebbled skin around my nipple.
“I think we’ve waited long enough for this, don’t you?” In response, he rips my panties down my legs with a wolfish grin before helping me lower his jeans and boxer briefs enough to free his hard length.
“Oh, I completely agree,” he growls. “Sometimes I feel like I’ve waited forever for you.”
I don’t have time to bask in the sweetness of the sentiment, despite how it makes my heart clench in hope, because he tosses my legs over his arms and thrusts his cock deep in my pussy without preamble.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper, full to the brim with Rhys, burning from the stretch of his thickness.
“Too much?” He acts like he’s about to pull out—to gentle himself—but I dig my nails into his arms.
“No, don’t stop. It’s a lot…You’rea lot, but you’re not too much.”
“Good, because my willpower’s about to snap. All I want to do is fuck this tight pussy while sucking those bouncing tits of yours. That’s why you didn’t wear a damn bra today, isn’t it?”
Arching my back, I force myself to focus on speaking rather than basking in the sense of rightness, of fullness, at our joining. “Didn’t see the point when I planned on stripping for you.”
His hips rear back to plunge back roughly, shoving me across the table and disturbing some of his tools with a metal clank. “You sayin’ I missed a strip show?”
“Well, I kinda forgot all of my plans the moment I saw you sweating with that hammer in your hand. You’re a damn sexy blacksmith.” Like if blacksmith calendars were a thing, and he was the main attraction for every month, I’d buy out every store.
“I’ll accept your excuse for today, but I want a raincheck.”
“You’ve got it. Now enough talking, more fucking,” I pant, feeling my orgasm build to epic proportions. I thought Rhys’s fingers were good. His tongue? Mind-blowing. But his dick? That thick length ramming deep and dragging across every nerve-ending?
Yeah, I’m not sure I’ll survive it.
Not sure I’ll survive him.
“Your wish is my command.” Rhys picks up the pace then dips his head to catch one of my nipples with his teeth, nipping and sucking until they’re too sensitive, but he refuses to let up. He fucks me like an animal. Black streaks form on my thighs where he holds me open for his possession, the residue of his work bleeding between us, and I’m hungry for more of his marks.
