Page 42 of Just What She Needed

By this time Rhett was almost thrumming with need. She arched her back in silent demand, and he responded. He cupped her breasts in his hands and pressed his lips to her temple.

"Absolutely bleedin' perfect," he breathed against her skin.

When his fingers moved to her nipples, Rhett sucked in a surprised breath as shutter-quick flashes of bliss sparked through her. Her breathy moans became eager whimpers as Rhys slid one warm hand down her abdomen to the juncture of her thighs. Expecting his touch between her legs, she was more than a little disappointed when all he did was pull her against the full length of his body.

Maybe he hadn't touched her yet, but the heat that pressed against her lower back came damn close to making up for it. Instinct as old as time moved her hips, stroking that magnificent hardness trapped between their bodies. Rhys's deep, uneven breaths were hot against her neck, but still he didn't touch her.

Rhett unlaced her fingers and gave his hair a gentle tug. "Rhys, if you don't touch me, I'm going to lose my mind."

"The thing is, baby, if I do touch you I'll lose mine. And a whole lot more than that."

"Do we have to take it slow this time? Can't it just be fast and dirty, and hot and hard? I promise you can take your time later, but I want you now."

"Oh, fuck, yes," Rhys growled, and slipped two fingers between her quivering thighs.

The quick flashes that had come from his hands on her breasts burned into one long lick of flame inside her at his touch. Once again, instinct took over, and her hips moved in rhythm with his fingers, thrusting her against the length of him every time she rocked back.

Then his fingers were gone, and he was turning her around, pushing her down on the bed. Before she could reach for him, he was between her open thighs. His almond-shaped dark blue eyes stared down at her as he swallowed heavily.

"This is what you want?"

"This is what I want."

With one long, powerful thrust he was inside her. Rhett drew in a sharp, quick breath through her nose, and let it out in a wavering ah of pleasure.

Rhys propped his upper body on his elbows and held her face between his hands as he drove into her. "Put your legs down."

When she did as he instructed, her eyes opened wide at the new sensations that rocked her body. Within seconds she felt her orgasm building, and she clutched at his back. She just thought she'd come before, but that was nothing but flutters of enjoyment compared to what was coming.

"Rhys..."

"Yeah, come on." He smiled down at her. "Let it go."

Rhett closed her eyes and rolled her head to the side, but his hands urged her back.

"No, no," he murmured. "Look at me."

She opened her eyes, looked deep into his, and her orgasm roared through her like a freight train, wave after wave of pleasure so intense she thought she would splinter apart from the intensity. Adding to it was the feeling she got staring into his eyes while she shattered apart around him. It was the most sensual, erotic, intimate thing that ever happened to her.

Thirty seconds later, Rhys cried out as his own orgasm overtook him. He thrust into her hard, then stayed buried deep inside for a long moment before collapsing on top of her, his face buried in the curve of her shoulder.

Still panting in the aftermath, Rhett ran her hands down his sweat-slick back. She had dreamed of this man since she was old enough to know what sex was. And he had been worth the wait. She breathed in the mingled scents of their sated desire and the sweet, almost sharp chocolate and rum scent from his skin, and she smiled. Because the reality of Rhys James Collinsworth was better than any fantasy had ever been.

“How long are you staying?" Under Rhett's cheek, Rhys's chest rose and fell with his even breathing, and the rhythmic beat of his heart was like a lullaby in her ear. She filled her lungs with his intoxicating scent, overlaid by the tang of the soap from their earlier shower.

"I have to go back tomorrow." His lips brushed through her hair. "This is stolen time, Beautiful."

Rhett's eyes closed briefly as she swallowed down her disappointment. Rhys was right. It was unexpected and sudden, and she should be grateful they had it at all. She made herself smile and looked up at him.

"Well, then. I guess you'll just have to sleep on your flight back, because I intend to make each moment of this stolen time count."

"That sounds very, very good." He laughed under his breath. "Did I ever tell you happy birthday?"

Rhett pressed her lips to the pulse that beat in his neck. "Didn't have to tell me," she whispered against his skin. "You showed me."

"I'm going to show you again, and this time I'll do it my way. Twice now you've had me banging you like a sex-crazed teenager."

"Do you hear me complaining?" She raised her head and grinned at him.