Page 36 of Just What She Needed

A dark blue glare was tossed over his shoulder. "Woman, the moment I get back I intend you show you what it feels like to not be able to walk."

"Looking forward to it," she told him with a smile.

After a moment, he smiled back. "So am I." He crossed to where she stood and lifted her chin with one finger. "More than I can say." After a soft kiss, he released her and reached for his suitcases.

Rhett picked up the strap of his carry-on bag and lifted it. The weight of it made her stagger back a step. "Dang, Rhys. What all do you have in here?"

"Everything I think I can't live without. Almost everything, that is." When she looked up, the burning expression in his eyes stopped her breath. "And if I could fold you up and put you in there, too, I would."

"Oh," she breathed.

His hands slid over her ass and pulled her close. "When I get back, though, I intend to show you...show you..." With a shake of his head, he wrapped his arms around her and took her mouth in a kiss that burned through her and left her shaking with need. His lips moved from her mouth, over her jaw and down to her neck. Rhett let her head fall back as he sucked and nibbled and licked his way across her skin.

"Christ, Rhett," he whispered, his breath hot against her flesh. "I never thought I could want anyone as much as I want you right now. I meant it about taking you with me. If I weren't going to be living in a house with the rest of the band, I would." His soft laugh tickled her neck. "Of course, I wouldn't get any damn work done. I think when I finally get into a bed with you, I'm going to stay there for quite a while."

Just as Rhett thought she was going to explode from the pulses of pure, animalistic lust flooding her body, Rhys raised his head and pressed soft, sweet kisses on her lips. An apologetic smile lifted a corner of his mouth. "Much as I fucking hate it, though, I really do have to go."

"I know." She nodded and removed her hands from where they were buried in his hair. A few honey-streaked strands clung to her fingers, and she grimaced. "I'm sorry, Rhys. I didn't mean to pull your hair."

"I don't mind. You can grab it and pull it all you want."

Time seemed to stop as his eyes locked onto hers. Thoughts of everything she could grab and pull played in her mind like the best and most erotic movie come to life. And the way he looked at her, like he was starving and she was a banquet of the most delectable delicacies just out of his reach was like gasoline thrown on the fire that burned inside her. Overwhelmed, she tore her gaze from his and took a deep, shaky breath. Her movements were jerky and uncoordinated as she put the strap of the carry-on bag over her shoulder. "Come on. I'll walk you down to your car."

And that's how she ended up following him onto the elevator, dazed and on fire.

Rhys wheeled his luggage in and set it in the corner. "Hold the door, would you, love?"

"Sure." Rhett pushed the 'Open Door' button with her thumb and looked at him in question.

"Just hold it there." He slipped the strap of the bag from her shoulder and put it next to the two suitcases. Then he turned back, pushed her against the wall, and kissed her with pent up passion that left her mind reeling.

Before she could react, he reached under her shirt. All the muscle and bone below her waist turned to liquid when his hands closed over her breasts.

"Christ, they're so perfect," he moaned against her lips. "So fucking perfect, Rhett."

The sound she made when his thumbs teased her nipples was somewhere between a squeak and a moan. Whatever it was, it made Rhys deepen the kiss as he ground his lower body against hers.

"Rhys, wait." Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing. "Isn't there a security camera on this elevator?"

He laughed softly and smiled down at her, his fingers still doing wonderful things to her breasts. "Yeah, there is. And don't you know that security guard is getting off on this?" His laugh turned to a groan as he cupped her breasts in his palms. "Let the door go, baby."

"What if it stops at another floor so someone can get on?"

"I reckon they'll back right out. If not, sod it." His mouth closed over hers again, and she forgot about security cameras and neighbors and everything but him. After a lifetime of feeling the barest arousal when her breasts were touched, she'd come to think they just weren't one of her more erogenous zones. Now she knew better. It wasn't that her breasts weren't sensitive to stimulation, it was the four males she'd slept with who didn't know how to stimulate them enough. And, oh God, Rhys knew how. Despite the security camera, despite the chance of being caught by the neighbors, all Rhett wanted to do was rip off her shirt to give him better access to her body.

Little whimpers came from her throat at the thought of his lips on her breasts, and she slid one leg up to his hip, a silent plea for him to do more. Before he could, or would, the elevator came to a smooth stop.

"Parking level," he murmured against her neck. "No surprised or outraged neighbors. Go ahead and get the door again."

She pushed the button with shaking fingers and Rhys pulled his hands from under her shirt. With a sigh full of regret, he stroked her breasts through the fabric.

"I can't wait to see these. Hell, I can't wait to taste them. All right, then." He bent and grabbed the strap of his carry-on. "You still up for carrying this for me?"

In the grip of unrelieved sexual strain, she could only nod and hold out her arm. Rhys settled the strap over her shoulder and gathered up his luggage, wheeling them out of the elevator. Rhett followed, but she couldn't resist a glance up to the security camera in the corner. A flush of embarrassment tingled the skin of her face, and she gave an apologetic little wave to the small lens as she exited the elevator.

By the time she caught up to Rhys, he had the tailgate of his X5 open and was loading his luggage in the back. Rhett handed him the shoulder bag and stood back as he closed the tailgate again.

"Four weeks, huh?" she asked.