“You’re makin’ me crazy,” I told him.
“Funny.” Rhys chuckled, a gruff, frustrated sound. “I was thinkin’ the same thing about you.”
I let my eyes travel over the smooth lines of his face. “I need this,” I admitted.
He nodded, obviously understanding my pain.
“I need you, Rhys. I need you to take the edge off. To keep me in check. That way when we have Amy, we can go slow, give her everything she needs.”
I noticed the way his eyes widened. The man needed the same thing, but he clearly wasn’t going to admit it.
“Don’t go,” I whispered. “Stay with me tonight.”
Rhys dropped his head against the door. “I think you’re gonna have to convince me.”
“Think I won’t?”
One shoulder lifted as he gave one of those expressions that said Who knows, where you’re concerned.
But I knew.
I knew what I wanted.
Sure, I was conflicted, but that didn’t change the fact that I wanted Rhys.
Right here.
Right now.
Rhys
I need you, Rhys. I need you to take the edge off. To keep me in check. That way when we have Amy, we can go slow, give her everything she needs.
Those words ran on repeat in my head, making my dick throb as the doorknob dug into my back when Wolfe crushed me to the wood, our mouths aligning, tongues moving together. The kiss was brutal. It was every damn thing I needed, every damn thing I'd thought about, dreamed about for too long now.
I was tired of thinking, tired of worrying, tired of trying to figure it all out.
I just wanted to feel.
“Holy fuck,” I groaned when Wolfe’s rough hands slid beneath my T-shirt, forcing it higher. Callused palms abraded my skin, making my nipples tighten, my dick throb impatiently.
I helped him along by grabbing a fistful of T-shirt behind my head and pulling it up and off. Rough hands moved over my skin, and I sucked in a breath.
“Goddamn, I want you,” Wolfe whispered roughly. “So fuckin’ much.”
“I’m right here.”
Wolfe suddenly stepped back, his eyes raking over my chest, lower, then back to my mouth. “Take the damn clothes off, Sheriff.”
I realized then that I wasn’t going to be in control here. As much as I wanted to be, there was no dominating Wolfe. The man wouldn’t allow it.
Not yet, anyway.
Wolfe raised a hand and pointed to the hallway. “Bedroom.”
Nope, no way was I going to be able to control how this played out.
Not that I really gave a shit. Right now, I just wanted Wolfe to touch me.
