He won’t be able to hold back.
The road switches to gravel, we roll across a cattle guard and through a stone walled gate as Sinead O’Conner fades out, and the house comes into full view.
"I'm going to go 'round the back." Rhys says as he drives to the left of the building.
"Now who's making it too easy?" I tease.
He chuckles a little too long for that lame joke.
This is one of the more talkative, if not most talkative, hook ups of my life. Usually all I have to do is lean in close at the club and whisper the offer.
If a woman knows who I am, they're usually all over me as we head back to my place or hotel room if I'm on the road. Men tend to save it for when we're alone.
"Do I get the full house tour?" I ask as he parks and we get out of the car.
"If you want it, sure."
"If I'm going to sneak out after having my way with you then I'll need to know where to go."
"True." He smiles as he opens the back door for me and I walk past. "But, I just drove you here and we're miles from the village."
"And I don't suppose there's a taxi I could call."
"Not in the middle of the night." He says as he leads me through a kitchen illuminated by the moonlight. There are twin islands, one in stainless steel, one in butcher block. Low cabinets throughout. "Kitchen."
Rhys waves his arms out wide and then backs through another door into a hallway. "Corridor."
"Wow." I say in mock admiration.
He rolls his eyes at me over his shoulder and pushes through another door. Instead of a room we're in the main entrance hall and, okay ancient castle, I get it. A chandelier hangs in the middle of the space, a large stone staircase is off to the right, and I’ll admit my breath is caught in my lungs as I spin slowly and follow its path up to the landing.
"Through there is the drawing room and behind it the dining room. There's a breakfast room between but my mother has turned it into her TV room."
"How modern of her." I smile.
We face each other and after he wipes his palms across his ass, he lets out a nervous laugh. "I, well, so..."
I cross to him and grab the back of his neck, pulling his lips to mine. All at once I feel light and grounded as the heat of his mouth pulls me in.
I feel his throat work against my palm as I tilt his head to the side for better access to his pillow-soft lips.
He tastes like the beer we had. The smell of his beard balm is intoxicating and with each brush of my face against his, each tangle of our tongues, a little more is set loose into the air and I am suddenly drunk on lust.
My head swims deliciously and I tighten my grip on him to stay steady.
He groans in response and his hands pull my hips closer to his.
My cock brushes against his through our clothing and we both pulse against each other.
"My room," Rhys pants as I trail kisses to his ear, "is upstairs."
"Lead the way, Charming." I nibble on his ear and he curls into me before pushing back and leading me up the stairs.
He makes affection easy, the way his body seems to seek out mine as we climb. I watch his face as he ascends, he looks like he wants to say something but stops himself. He repeats this open mouth, headshake, close mouth routine three times, and when we reach the landing I see his mouth open again.
Rhys doesn’t need to be thinking. He needs to escape into the feeling of bodies chasing pleasure. "What's on your mind?" I ask as I come up level with him.
"I, umm, well I was going to tell you about the history of the home and then I figured you're just here for sex and you don't want a history lessonand then I got nervous about the sex and even more historical facts came to mind."
