Rhys kisses me, and it feels like a promise. Like a vow. Next, he’s undressing me with gentle movements that somehow feel less like stripping off clothes and more like laying down weapons to surrender.
Next, I’m completely bare.
“God, the things I want to do to you.” He parts my legs. “Can I taste you?”
“Um…” I can’t breathe. “Yeah. Okay.”
“This will feel good, really good, but if you’re notcomfortable, tell me. I’ll stop.” His fingers trail up my thigh until he reaches my center. “Christ, you’re soaked.”
And I’ve never been so hard in my life from just touching her.
Spots streak in front of my eyes. “That feels so good.”
“This is just a sample of what I’m going to do to you.” He lowers his head, and his tongue flicks across the sensitive nub throbbing between my legs.
I gasp and see stars. My head falls back, and my mind blanks.
“I’ve been craving your cunt since you stripped for me.” He licks my entrance.
Need burns through me like a flashover. “Oh, oh, God, yeah. Don’t stop.”
Good lord, in this moment, I only exist to spread my legs for Rhys Quinlan. “Are you close, my little elf? Do you need Santa’s dick?”
My sight goes hazy. I don’t know why that sparks the darkest, delicious fantasy. But it does. “Yeah, Santa.”
The way his tongue traces every inch of my skin, the way it snaps back in his mouth with such force, I am hurtling toward the edge of something I’ve never felt before.
“Fuck, yeah, elf, come in my mouth.”
A tingle hardens my nipples. Waves wash over me as I shatter and gush.
“Christ, that was hot. You taste so bleedin’ good.” He kisses my mouth as he holds my naked, shuddering body against his textured shirt.
God, I feel so damn naughty.
Rhys stands, licking his fingers. He slowly undresses, piece by piece, until he’s as naked as me. How can he be so beautiful? He hovers above me, lying on my sofa, and I see the calculations tick in his head. He’s too tall.
“Do you want to move to my bed?”
“Aye. I’d love that.” He helps me up, and as I float toward the bed, a dim glow of the city lights seeps through the blinds.
Rhys’s hand brushes my ass, and I swear he’s shaking. “So fucking perfect.”
I’ve never seen myself from behind. But I’ll take his word for it. I lay down on the bed, and he drapes himself on top of me.
Kissing me, he says, “Remember, tell me if you want to stop.”
“I won’t want you to stop,” I promise him, looping my arms around his neck. “And don’t be gentle.”
His eyes flare hot and dark. “Are you on birth control?”
I choke up for a moment. Damn. “No.”
“No problem.” He goes to his jeans and returns with a few condoms. “I came prepared.”
“Can I watch you put one on?”
“God, I was hoping you would.” He gets on his knees, stroking his length.
