One last lick and he raised his head, locking his gaze with hers. He pulled her closer to the counter’s edge. Hunger, desire, and everything she’d never known she wanted looked back at her. He leaned in and kissed her in the hollow of her throat, leaving a tender swipe with his tongue before raising his head again. His normally blue eyes were stormy and dark gray. His cock pressed at her heat, rubbing through her juices. He stood unmoving.
“Tell me you want this.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist and used her heels to inch him closer.
“More than anything.” She hardly recognized her own husky voice. “I need you, Rhys.”
He reached between them and used the pad of his thumb, circling on her clit. He pressed a finger into her juices, and she clenched it tight. Her head fell back on her shoulders, and she moaned, clutching his shoulders tightly. She was close, so damn close.
He eased his finger in and out and added two more, stretching her as his mouth latched onto her other breast, suckling and scraping his teeth against her sensitive flesh. His fingers quickened, and every muscle in her body clenched, trying to fight off the rising orgasm about to consume her.
“Oh yes, faster.” She moaned. “More.”
He twisted his fingers and pressed deliciously against her G-spot while his thumb pressed on her clit. Colors exploded behind her closed eyes. She said his name, her voice coming out raspy from heat. Her body shivered in convulsions as her channel tightened on his fingers. He continued to stroke her, easing her down from the ledge.
She rested her head on his shoulder and kissed his neck. Every muscle in her body relaxed into his hold. Pulling his fingers free, he licked her juices from his fingers, moaning at her taste.
“Your turn,” she whispered and guided his shaft to her sex.
He pressed in, seating himself in one full stroke. She moaned and clenched his arms, scratching his arms with her nails. She raised her hips, needing him to move, needing all of him, more of him.
He eased in and out, leaning over her, deliciously pressing her clit with each stroke. Her orgasm built again, and his extra-large cock grew thicker inside of her, touching and stretching, claiming and demanding her to accommodate him.
A growl formed deep in his chest. “Damn, baby. I’m not going to last this first time.” He pressed into her harder, lifting her legs over his arms and holding her open for his view. He pumped in and out of her, making her take everything he had to give. “Fuck, you’re such a pretty pussy cat.” He reached between them and circled her bud once again. “You’re coming with me, baby.” He grunted out each word as her orgasm built, growing, tightening against his throbbing cock.
“Oh yes, Rhys.”
“That’s my girl. Feel me, baby. This is yours, all yours.”
The combination of his words, his finger and his strokes sent her over the top. He dropped her legs and leaned over her. His lips pressed to hers in a searing crush, and he swallowed the scream of his name, not slowing until she felt his release. His hot seed shot, filling her channel until they both collapsed in a whimpering, sweaty mass of bodies pressed intimately together.
His rapid heartbeat slowed, matching hers. He lowered his head, pressing a lingering, sweet kiss to her lips. “I’m sleeping with you tonight.”
She chuckled. “What about waiting for an invite?”
He eased an inch out of her before pushing in again. She felt him growing by the second.
“Am I not invited?”
He stroked her again.
“Oh yeah, you’re invited.”
He pressed another kiss to her neck before pulling free.
“We need to get cleaned up so we can go deal with Evan.”
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the mirror. “You’re right.”
Fifteen minutes later, after a quick shower, she felt better than she had all day. Her muscles were boneless and sated until she followed Rhys back down the stairs, and she instantly felt the aggravation coming from Evan.
“Enjoy yourself, Abigail?” he asked with a raised brow.
She glanced at him and narrowed her eyes, stepping down the last five steps. “Call me that again. I dare you.”
He held her gaze, unrepentant, yet to his credit, he was smart enough not to say her name again. “What happened to the girls from the club?” she asked, standing at the bottom of the stairs.
He didn’t reply, just kept a watchful gaze on the occupants of the room.
