Beauty, bliss…a sense of rightness.
Of knowing that, in this moment, this was where she belonged.
“I’m ready,” she said in a throaty voice she didn’t recognize. “But…”
“But what, love?” His eyes were intent upon her face. “Tell me what you want. Always.”
“I want you to undress,” she blurted. “Would you mind?”
“Mind?” His grin was slow, sensual. “As much as a drowning man minds being thrown a rope.”
She sat up for a better view as he unbuttoned his waistcoat. He tossed the costly navy silk to the floor as if it were no more than a rag, and his cravat and shirt soon followed. The sight of his bare torso made her breath catch. In the years since she’d last seen him, he’d grown even more leanly honed. His golden skin made her think of a lion’s, smooth and sleek, stretched tautly over his powerful musculature. Slabs of muscle adorned his upper chest, his abdomen rippling as he bent to remove his boots.
Her gaze followed his hands as they moved to his waistband.
He undid his trousers, shoving them down lean hips girdled with a prominent vee of muscle. Despite her recent climax, her sex quivered at his virile splendor. She’d felt him, of course, that night in the cave, but in the daylight, he was even more imposing, more unapologetically male.
His cock was massive, long and thick. It was as stiff as a lance, the fat rosy head pointing at her. Her gaze traced the length of the wide shaft down to the base, where his bollocks hung like a dusky plum against a dark whorl of hair. He fisted his member, and heat pooled in her belly as she saw how it throbbed, testing the limits of his grip.
She wetted her lips, and he exhaled sharply. A droplet of dew leaked from the slit in his cock, dribbling down the shaft into his slowly stroking fist.
“Is everything to your liking?” he said.
His purring arrogance told her he knew the answer. She gave it to him anyway.
“You’re magnificent. I can’t believe you’re...”
“That I’m what?” he prompted.
“That you’re here. With me,” she said honestly.
His nostrils flared. “My beautiful Maggie, there’s no other place I’d rather be.”
His kiss ravished her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, luxuriating in the fit of his ridges against her curves. As he plundered her mouth, she trailed her fingertips over his granite-hard chest, his corrugated abdomen, his muscles leaping beneath her touch. When she lightly brushed his broad cockhead, he groaned.
She jerked away, her cheeks flaming. In their previous encounters, she’d never initiated touching him. Was she being too brazen?
Before she could apologize, he caught her hand and wrapped her fingers firmly around his cock. “Frig me like this, sweeting.”
His hand atop hers, he guided the motion. Her fingers scarcely fit around his girth, and the pressure he exerted was far more than she would have dared. His cock was a study in contrast, supple skin dragging over a core of iron. Its eager pulse filled her with heady feminine power.
“Am I doing this right?” she said.
“Too right,” he said thickly. “I’m about to come in your palms like a damned greenling.”
The idea shivered through her. “I want to feel you come…the way you felt me.”
In answer, he crushed his mouth to hers. As his tongue stabbed into her mouth, he guided her to masturbate him harder, faster. She sucked on his tongue, and his flesh reared, straining against her hold. She frigged him strongly, his growls of pleasure egging her on. He grew so engorged that she had to use two hands. She jerked on his meaty staff until he suddenly shuddered. His hot seed pulsed again and again, spilling like lava over her fists as he panted her name.
Pleased with her efforts, she leaned back to smile at him…only to find his palm on her chest, pushing her firmly back down on the desk. He went down on one knee, and before she knew what was happening, slung her legs over his shoulders.
“My turn again,” he said.
He buried his face between her legs, and it was her turn to pant. To sigh his name as he devoured her flesh like a man starved. He pushed her legs back, opening her to his kiss, swirling fire over her senses. When he licked and sucked at the peak of her sensation, her desire went from a simmer to a boil. His tongue circled her opening…then thrust inside.
“Rhys,” she gasped.
“You’re like a profiterole,” he said thickly. “I want to lick up all the cream.”
