Page 37 of Just What She Needed

"Four long weeks." He leaned against the back of his car and regarded her with a wistful smile. The look in his eyes was at odds with that gentle smile, though. It was hot and intense and seemed to strip her bare where she stood.

"What am I going to do to myself..." She paused and looked up at him through her lashes. "I mean with myself for four...whole...weeks?"

Rhys drew in a sharp breath through his nose, then brushed past her and yanked open the back door of the X5. He tilted his head toward the back seat. "Get in."

Rhett had no idea what he intended to do, but to deny him was out of the question. The minute she was in the car, he slid onto the seat next to her and pulled the door shut.

"What...?" she began but closed her mouth when Rhys grabbed the hem of her shirt and wrenched it up to her neck.

"Bleedin' perfect," he breathed as his thumbs stroked her nipples. Rhett's gasp of surprise turned into a moan of deepest pleasure when he bent his head and put his mouth on her. Each flick of his tongue, every nip of his teeth shot an answering flare through her, and all of them settled between her legs where they throbbed with a need that was almost painful.

When he transferred his attentions to the other breast, Rhett grabbed the soft cotton of her shirt and pulled it off. Rhys groaned his appreciation as his hands slid down her ribcage to her waist.

"Lie down," he commanded, and she made haste to slide across the seat. Once she was supine, Rhys leaned forward and lightly flicked her nipples with his tongue. Without breaking contact with her skin, he slid off the seat and onto the floor of the car. "Oh, yeah, that's it," he said as his new location brought her bare breasts to mouth level. "Roll toward me a bit, baby."

Rhett plunged her hands into his hair and held his head. Every time she thought he couldn't take her higher, he proved her wrong with a swirl of his tongue or a gentle pinch from his fingers. Biting back cries of pleasure, she could only writhe on the seat as he drove her out of her mind.

His hand left her breast and trailed down her body until it reached the waistband of her shorts. In no time, he had the snap open and the zipper lowered. But instead of slipping his hand inside, he stopped, fingers curled in a fist.

"Can't," he whispered against her skin. "No time."

No. No, he wasn't going to leave her like that. And she wasn't going to let him leave while he was in such a state, either. She let go of her grip on his hair and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts.

Dark blue eyes met hers as he raised his head. "That not only breaks the rules, Beautiful, it blows them to hell." Small beads of perspiration dotted his upper lip.

"Tell me you don't want me to, Rhys." She lowered her shorts and panties an inch, her eyes locked onto his. "Tell me to stop."

His gaze burned a path down her body and came to rest with intense concentration on the skin revealed by the lowered shorts.

Rhett took his silence as assent, and lifted her hips to slide her clothes off, to make herself naked for him. Rhys seemed to come out of his trance and grabbed the white denim in both hands, pulling it down and off.

"Damn, baby, you're so beautiful," he groaned. One hand slipped between her thighs, and her legs fell open, like he turned the key to some mechanism that kept them closed. His lean fingers reached down, and he groaned again. "Beautiful and so hot."

"I can't stand it anymore, Rhys." The touch of his hand had her so close to release that it was almost painful. "I have to...have to..."

"Don't worry, Beautiful." The smile he gave her was hot, and smoldering, and full of promise. "You will."

Rhys lowered his head under her thigh and pulled her leg around his shoulders. Finally—finally—he leaned forward and ran his tongue over her.

Rhett stifled a scream behind her hands as shock waves rolled through her. The sweet tugging and sucking of his mouth crested each wave higher, and she wriggled closer to his face. In response, Rhys pushed two fingers inside her, reached, pressed, and sent her over the edge into the stratosphere.

Her eyes flew wide as exquisite relief and pleasure flowed through every molecule and roared its way out. Just when she thought she couldn't stand it anymore, it peaked, ebbed, and she was able to draw in another breath.

Rhys raised his head and pressed his lips to her abdomen. "That was so sweet, Rhett. That what you needed, baby?"

And then it hit her. The man she fantasized about, the man whose voice had gotten her off more times than she could count since she was a scared, fifteen-year-old virgin, the man whose touch she imagined on those long, lonely nights when she had nothing but thoughts of him to satiate her—she was really with him now. His fingers still stroked inside her, his thumb slid over her most sensitive part, his mouth was hot on her skin, and his voice, that smoky, seductive, mesmerizing voice, was saying her name.

Unprepared for the sudden way her orgasm took her, she screamed his name as her back arched with the force of it.

"That's it, Rhett," he said. "Jesus, baby, just like that."

He had no idea what that voice and that touch was doing to her, and she clapped her hands over her mouth before she could scream again. As she trembled with after-shocks, the motion of his fingers slowed, gentled, and withdrew. His hands were warm on her thigh as he pulled her leg from around his shoulders. She lay panting, almost melting into the butter-soft gray leather of the seat as Rhys moved beside her.

Then his hands were on her shoulders. "Sit up, baby. Come on, quick."

Head whirling, she did as he asked. She turned as he sat beside her, jeans pushed to his knees, and more magnificent than anything she'd ever seen. Rhys reached for her and pulled her onto his lap but stopped before she could lower herself onto him.

"Oh, shit," he gritted from between clenched teeth. "The results from my last physical. They're upstairs. I'm clean, though, Rhett."