As though he can sense my confusion, he adds, “I love them. I love it that you have them, and I love it that I can see them when your guard is down—when you don’t have on the makeup and everything else that you wear before facing the world. I can’t explain it”—he frowns a little—“but seeing them makes it feel like we’re…very close.” He looks at me to see if I get it. And I do.
As much as this intense interaction makes me hot and bothered, I also feel a little exposed that he sees something I don’t normally show to the world, even during sex. The sensation brushes over my heart, leaving me shivering.
Suddenly I don’t want to feel vulnerable. I just want hot sex. I want to prove to myself that Jeffrey is wrong. That I don’t take forever, that I’m sexy as hell, and he’s going to be on his knees weeping with regret for disrespecting me. I don’t need that filthy cootie-licker to be happy and fulfilled.
I cradle Rhys’s face. “Make me feel good. I want you in every way possible—now.”
Fire erupts in his eyes. I catch my breath, trembling with anticipation. He rips the thin strings on my thong. My eyes on his, I spread my legs, wanting him to see how ready I am.
He glides his middle finger down the folds and lets out a groan. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
I start to bite back a moan over how good his touch feels, but then remember that he wants to hear me. I whimper softly as he fingers me up and down, each time bumping against my swollen clit.
Pleasure winds through me, sweeter and more potent than the champagne or chocolates. He moves with precision and complete focus, his burning blue eyes holding mine. I want to close them, but I can’t seem to break contact. I have a feeling that if I do, he might stop. And I’d rather die.
Delicious shivers rush through me. He pushes the finger deep inside me. I spasm around it, gripping it tight.
“More, more,” I whisper, moving my hips.
Lust blazes in his eyes. He pushes another finger in, then adds one more, driving deep inside until he finds that perfect spot. He strokes it gently, and my whole body shakes.
“You devil,” I gasp.
He merely laughs with satisfaction, increasing his tempo. He watches my face as he tries different strokes, speed and strength. Each feels amazing in its own way.
My fingers tunnel into his hair, gripping him hard. I pant, rocking against his hand and chasing my first orgasm. He groans in approval and takes a nipple into his mouth. The tension inside me tightens. I move against his hand in a frenzied rhythm until his final stroke pushes me over the edge.
I let out a scream, my back arching. He lets me ride his fingers for a few moments, drawing out the bliss eruptions, and then his cock glides into me in one powerful stroke. I shake as his massive erection stretches me. I can feel it pulsing, and for some reason, it’s unbearably arousing.
I kiss him, our tongues tangling and our mouths fused. He drives into me hard and fast, like he can’t control himself anymore. And I love it:This mesmerizing,powerful man is helpless in my arms.
A hot thrill sizzles along my spine. I struggle to drag in air as I lose myself in another mind-shattering orgasm. My legs tightly wrapped around him, I scream myself hoarse.
His hand next to my head fists the sheet as he thrusts hard and deep. I lose myself in the bliss of having him inside, my body shaking with every impact. I writhe as a third orgasm rips through me.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groans as he drives into me, then immediately pulls out.
Hot white fluid spurts all over my belly. His face flushes with pleasure as he loses himself in a tidal wave of ecstasy, the tendons in his neck tight. Looking up at him, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful, never felt this relaxed and fulfilled.
Chapter Seventeen
Max
I roll over in the pitch black, then frown. My throat is so dry, it hurts to swallow. My mouth is even worse—parched and nasty, like it’s full of sand.
Water.Must have water.
I shift again and this time wince at the throbbing pain in my head.Ugh. What’s this about? I haven’t felt this awful since college partying after finals.
Wait, what…?Naked? Me? Why?Where am I? Jesus, Jeffrey—
Then reality comes crashing back.No,that scumbag cheated on me. I should kill him the next time we run into each other. Then engrave HERE LIES THE REASON THE DEMAND FOR DILDOS WAS SO HIGH on his headstone.
Suddenly I freeze as a hand squeezes my pelvis.Rhys!
Jeffrey is the least of my problems. Oh myGod. The air stalls in my lungs as the memories from last night flash through my mind.
Rhys and I had sex! Rhys and I HAD SEX!
