I hear Rhys’s footsteps behind me, catching up to me quickly. I know I can’t outrun him—literally or figuratively—so I have to stop and face him.
Are you sure you want to run away?
“I just want to go home,” I say. “Where’s the car?”
“It’s just over here,” he replies, pointing. “But I’m not done talking yet.”
“Well, I am,” I say, backing away. “Besides, we can talk on the way home.”
I turn and walk straight over to the Viper, and Rhys follows me at a steady pace. I start to feel like he’s lingering back there on purpose, and it makes me stand up a bit straighter and swing my hips back and forth.
Might as well give him a show.
When we get close to the car, I turn around, trying to find something challenging to say, but the intense look on his face makes me back away. Rhys keeps advancing, and I keep taking small steps until my back smacks against the car and I almost jump out of my skin.
“Rhys,” I whisper, shaking my head. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” he asks, brushing a lock of hair from my cheek.
The light touch sends thrills running through me, and suddenly it’s as if I can feel the heat rising from his body. It’s setting me alight.
Looking into his eyes, I can’t think. I can’t even breathe. My body is ringing with sensation, and I don’t know if it’s panic or straight-up lust.
“Sadie,” he says softly, still playing with a lock of my hair. His voice sends a whisper of his breath across my skin, and goosebumps rise up across my chest, racing down my arms and making my nipples hard.
Oh, God. I can’t stop. This feels so good.
“Rhys,” I choke out, trying to find the wordsnoorstop, but they don’t seem to be in my vocabulary anymore. I reach up and put my hands on his shoulders to push him away, but my fingers slide around the smooth, firm muscles, massaging him with my palms as if I want to pull him on top of me.
And fuck me, right here, up against the car. I don’t give a fuck who sees, it’s been so long—
“Sadie,” Rhys says, still twirling the lock of hair next to my cheek. “I don’t want you looking at other guys while you’re here with me.”
“Should I pluck out my eyes, then?” I almost gasp, trying to sound sassy but just ending up hoarse.
He grins, and it’s so self-assured, the expression actually dilutes my lust a little.
“You just need to protect your image,” I say, feeling strength returning to my voice. “That’s all. You don’t really want me, you just don’t want other guys playing with your toys—or to look weak in front of your buddies.”
“It’s far simpler than that,” he says, his voice deep and resonating with sincerity. He puts one hand against the car and leans closer, almost touching me. “There’s no need to go looking elsewhere when you know I can satisfy you.” He leans very close to me, almost but not quite touching my lips.
“You fucking jerk!” I gasp, shoving his shoulders as I try to push him back. “How dare you assume that—”
He kisses me, grabbing my shoulders and slamming me against the car. I try to push against him, but he covers my body with his and traps me under him. His lips on mine feel hot enough to scorch me, but the heat rising inside me is a raging inferno in comparison.
With a groan of surrender, I wrap my arms around him, letting my hands roam up towards his shoulders, then down to his waist again as I writhe against him. Rhys cups my cheek with one hand, kissing me even more deeply as his other hand slides down to grab my breast.
The pressure triggers something deep inside me, and I rock my head back, opening my legs and wrapping them around his hips. Rhys reaches down to grab my thighs, hoists me up a little, then slams me up against the car again, his mouth trailing from my lips as his tongue caresses my neck.
Oh, God, yes. This. More.
Rhys grinds his hips into me, and I can feel his hard cock through his jeans and my thin underwear. My skirt is fully up above my waist, and Rhys reaches up to pull my top down. My breasts burst free. He tightens his grip on my legs again, gripping my thighs hard enough to hurt, then growls as he buries his face in my breasts.
When his mouth finds my nipple, I cry out in shock, writhing against the car as I reach up to put my hands behind his head. He teases me with lips and tongue, then gently sinks his teeth into me, making me scream.
Panting, I struggle under him, and he lets my nipple go, trailing the tip of his tongue back up my chest to my neck.
“I think we'd better get in the car,” he whispers against my neck.
