Oh, to hell with it.
I break.
“Please, Rhys,” I whine. “I need…”
He nips my pussy with his teeth, and I lose my train of thought.
I feel his lips curl into a smile on my leg.
“What do you need, baby?”
Without hesitation, I answer, “You. I needyou.”
I quickly sit up and grip his shirt. Our eyes catch for a second before he’s shedding his clothes. I do the same with my shirt and bra, tossing them both to the floor.
I sigh with relief when he centers himself between my legs.
Heat covers me from head to toe when he pushes inside.God, yes.
My hair fans all around me when I fall gracefully back to the bed. Rhys kisses me deeply, his tongue languid over mine with hot strokes while he tilts his hips. I shake in his grip, quiet moans and whimpers filling our quiet cabin.
“God, you feel amazing,” he groans.
Moving my neck to the side, Rhys places his mouth there and sucks on the delicate skin. My insides coil with desire, my toes tingling with pleasure.
“Fuck,”An orgasm rips through me out of nowhere.
Rhys pulls back and stares down at me, his thrusts growing stronger and faster.
“Tell me you’re on birth control, Mira.” His voice is strained and beyond hot.
Through the ride of my orgasm, I manage a nod.
“Thank fuck,” he says.
Rhys pushes into me even deeper, and I watch in awe when his head tips backward from pleasure. His jaw slacks, and his muscles tighten. One more thrust and he freezes with his dick so far in me I feel himeverywhere.
Holy shit.
Our breathing is labored, and there’s a glistening sheen on both of our bodies.
As soon as Rhys comes back down to earth, he glances at his cock still buried between my legs. He flicks his gaze to mine, and my heart comes to a stop. A smirk curves onto his flushed face.
“I’m fucking you in the hot tub next,” he says.
I don’t even have it in me to argue, becauseyes, please.
CHAPTER 15
RHYS
Spoiler alert:we do it in the hot tub.
We do it in the shower, rinsing off hot tub water.
We finish our fucking escapade on the floor because Mira won’t let me fuck her on the bed when her hair is wet, which, now that we’re snuggled up together under the covers, I totally get. A soaked pillow wouldsuck.
“Tomorrow is Christmas Eve,” Mira mumbles.
