His hands flare over my hips and around to my butt. Cupping it, he picks me up like I weigh absolutely nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he groans.

“Trust me, it’s all here,” he speaks against my lips, his sweet, minty breath fanning over my skin. “I just didn’t think you’d come this soon.”

I shift my hips, and a thick noise eases from the back of his throat as he moves me up against him and buries his lips to my slim neck. Closing my eyes, I throw my head back, my body on fire as he trails hot little kisses over my collarbone. When I can’t take it anymore, I lower my face to his so that our foreheads touch and my hair covers both our faces.

“I want you, too, Rhys,” I whisper, staring right into his eyes. “Right now.”

The short trip to his bedroom is the longest journey of my life, but once we’re there, he drops me on the bed and looks down at me, his blue-green eyes full of desire. “Goddamn, you’re beautiful.”

My breath lodges somewhere between my chest and throat as I watch him drag his t-shirt over his head and toss it onto the floor. He’s perfection—long, lean muscles covered by tan skin, and tonight that perfection is all mine. Pushing my knees apart, he jerks off my shoes one-by-one before he crawls between my legs. I sit up slightly so that my chest is against his. Fisting my t-shirt in his hand, he kisses me over and over, his mouth hot and wet and delicious as he removes my top.

“I’ve thought about this,” I admit when his fingertips trail under my bra strap. He releases it, and I shiver at the little pinch against my skin. “Too many times to count.”

“And how does it end?”

Cupping the back of my neck, he somehow manages to get my bra off with one hand and discards it. When he pushes me back on the bed, praising how perfect my breasts are, I feel one of the soft, lacy cups beneath my naked skin. “It always ends well,” I murmur and buck my hips so he can drag my jeans down.

Sitting back, he pauses for a moment to take in the sight of me in nothing but the scrap of black and green lacy material covering me.

“Only well?” he questions, his Southern accent lowered to a dangerous whisper. “I’ve gotta fix that then.” Leaning forward, he bends over my body and pulls one of my nipples between his straight white teeth. Sucking hard and fast, he stops just once to grin up at me when a gasp of pleasure rips from the back of my throat.

“That feels—” I shiver when his lips trail over to my other breast, and he circles his tongue around my nipple until it tightens—“mmm.”

“Mmm? You’ve always got so much to say and you’re only response is mmm,” he teases between little torturous flicks of his tongue. As I close my eyes and dig my fingers into his sheets, I try to come up with a witty comeback. When he starts to make a wet path around my breasts and then to my belly button, though, I tell wit and charm to go fuck itself.

I can be witty when my body isn’t about to explode.

“Open your eyes,” he whispers. As soon as I do, he gives me a sensual grin as he stares between my legs. Pressing his lips to my kneecap, his eyes never leave mine as he brushes his knuckles over the center of my panties so slowly it’s agony.

“You are a tease,” I gasp, causing him to laugh against the inside of my leg. “A really big tease.”

“I want to see you tremble,” he quickly counters. “Evelyn?” When I answer with the mmm he finds so damn amusing, he adds, “I want to taste your pussy, beautiful.”

Before he can lower his head, however, I close my knees tightly together and shake my head. Surprised, he looks up at my face. “Kiss me first,” I order and he gives me an impatient stare.

“What do you think I’m trying to do?”

“No,” I whisper even as he begins to move his mouth back up the path it had taken earlier. “You know exactly what I mean,” I say as his hands frame my face. His lips slant down hard over mine, sweet and demanding, so I take this opportunity to get rid of all his extra clothes. I unzip his jeans.

“It’s gonna be hard as hell for you to get those down,” he warns, but I shake my head and wrap my legs around his waist. He alternates between little noises of pleasure and surprise as I use my feet and legs to drag his pants down around his knees along with his boxers.

“See? I’m talented,” I whisper as I feel his erection against my leg. Oh, holy hell. Desperate to feel him in my hand, I thrust my arm between our bodies and run my fingers up and down the length of him.

He responds by racing his hand from my face, to my throat, and then to my breasts. His eyes challenge mine as our fingers tease each other’s body. Finally, relenting, I gasp, “Fine. Fine! Kiss me there!”

Climbing off of me, he smiles in satisfaction and finishes kicking off his jeans. Completely naked, with every inch of his incredible body exposed to me, he tucks his fingers under the low band of my panties and yanks them off.

They disappear somewhere on the bed, but I don’t give them a second thought because a moment later, his face is right between my legs and his tongue is moving inside of me.

“Ohhh, wow,” I cry out, curling my toes and moving my hips to meet the frantic movement of his mouth. “Rhys!” I tremble, and when my legs threaten to close, he spreads them apart and licks me.

“You taste just like I imagined you would,” he informs me between nips and kisses. Sucking roughly until I’m whimpering, he leans back and shakes his head in amazement. “So delicious and all mine.”

I grasp at his muscular shoulders, digging my nails into his flesh. “I need you inside of me.”

Turning his face to the side, he kisses my thigh, his fingertips rough on my hips. “Say it again.”

“Inside of me. Now,” I hiss through clenched teeth, and he chuckles against my damp skin. “You think this is funny?” I demand.

Ignoring my question, he sits up and skims his blue-green eyes over my naked body before questioning me in a low voice, “Tell me how you want it.” He strokes my opening, circling it deliberately with the pad of his thumb. My body jerks to him, pulling his finger inside me just long enough to drive me a little crazier before he draws back. I watch as he rakes his tongue over the tip of his thumb, his expression one of pure bliss. “Tell me, Evelyn.”

“I don’t care,” I pant, and very slowly, he motions for me to turn over. As soon as I’m on my stomach, he presses his lips to the small of my back and gives my ass a hard squeeze.

Leaning over the bed, he fishes around in the nightstand drawer. A moment later, I hear the rip of the condom packet, and I peek around to watch him put it on. Fully prepared, he comes up behind me, gripping my hips and lifting them a little higher. Then, he presses the head of his cock against the opening of my sex.

I’m about to lose control. I am seconds away from coming undone, and here he is denying me the one thing that’ll make everything better.

Looking over my shoulder, I stare at him pleadingly. I open my mouth to tell him how much I want him, but then he pushes himself deep inside my pussy, and I swallow my words.

“Goddamn,” he groans, clutching the headboard with one hand and my hip with the other as he moves within me. “God. Damn.” I bury my face into his pillow and inhale. He’s everywhere now—filling my nose with his delicious scent and my body with his cock—and I am lost.

Owned.

Wrecked.

Releasing a cry from the back of my throat, I lift my hand to the headboard and tangle my fingers with his as he drives himself harder and faster into my body. He nudges my legs as far apart as they’ll go with his and slows his tempo. Steady but still forceful enough to evoke a stream of moans from me. I love this—the sound of skin slapping together and the slick of bodies as our sweat mingles together.

“You want to come, don’t you?” he rasps in my ear, and I shake my head even as I feel the orgasm building deep inside me. “Don’t lie to me, Evelyn.”