Rhys suddenly dropped his face against my neck, his body shaking with laughter.

“Rhys?”

Finally, he lifted his head, amusement mingling with lust in his beautiful eyes. He throbbed between my legs, his heat pushing against mine. “For a start,” he said, laughter on his lips, “you’re not immovable, sweetheart. In fact, you’re about to be so moved, you’ll feel the earth shake.”

My breath caught. “Well … if you’re sure.”

He held himself still above me. “It’s not about if I’m sure. Are you sure?”

I could feel his muscles trembling, saw the way the muscle in his jaw ticked as he held himself back from what he wanted. His eyes were dark with need but there was a light of affection, maybe even concern there.

It made me melt. “You’re right, I’m not immoveable. Things stretch down there. Go for it.”

Now he was shaking with laughter. “I love when you talk dirty to me.”

My own giggle was cut off as he moved against me, teasing. Desire flooded me. “Rhys, now, please—oh!” I cried out, gripping onto his waist as he drove inside me, a pleasure pain vibrating through me as my body adjusted to the overwhelming fullness.

Rhys was braced over me, his face strained with pleasure. “Fuck,” he choked out. “You weren’t lying.”

I instinctually flexed my hips, needing him to move.

He cupped my left hip, caressing my outer thigh. “Wait.” He shook his head, closing his eyes for a second. “I just need a minute.”

But I couldn’t help it. I tilted my hips again, feeling him move deeper inside me, causing a coil of pleasure within me to tighten.

Rhys shook his head, laughter in his voice. “Patience, baby. I want to do this slow and if you keep doing that, it’s not gonna go slow.”

Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, realizing he was trying to be tender, emotion flooded me again. I wrapped my legs around his back, drawing him gently into me, our breaths puffing against each other’s lips before he kissed me. It too was slow, sweet. At complete odds with his size.

I felt fragile and cared for.

It was beautiful.

But I also wanted something more, something that made me feel like I was more than just a cute, petite woman. I wanted to feel sexy, so sexy, he couldn’t help but screw me six ways until Sunday.

“Okay,” I agreed breathlessly. “But next time, we get to do it hard and fast.”

At that, I felt a shudder move through Rhys. “She’s trying to kill me,” he muttered against my lips.

Maybe. But goodness, what a way to go.

Seventeen

Rhys

Slow. I was supposed to go slow. Parker Brown was sprawled out beneath me like a feast. A pocket pixie, delicate and beautiful. I’d never touched skin so fine, smoother than satin, honey-gold and sweet. I was half afraid I’d break her. Hell, I’d thrust my dick into her slick tightness, trying to think straight long enough to slow the fuck down.

God, she felt good, though. So damn tight. So damn hot. She chuckled against my mouth and moved her hips in a small circle as I thrust. Pleasure shot down my spine, over my skin. I paused deep within her, my dick throbbing. My body shook with the effort to keep still as Parker wiggled beneath me.

“Rhys.”

I nipped her succulent lower lip and took a ragged breath.

“You gonna behave now?” I asked, knowing she liked it when I was bossy.

Her shining brown eyes smiled as she met my gaze. “Yes, Rhys.”

Oh, hell. She really was trying to kill me. My nostrils flared as I pulled back and thrust hard. Parker sighed on impact, her sweet little tits jiggling. Fuck. Yes. I did it again. Hard and deep. Slow.

The sounds of our bodies meeting filled the silence. Her breath became a pant, her lids lowering as she watched me fuck into her. Something was taking over; I stopped thinking, stopped worrying. Nothing mattered anymore. Not the gym. Not my brother or bills. Not Fairchild.

There was only this. Only Parker. She lit me up, made me something new—something good. Groaning, I found her mouth and devoured it. My thrusts became frantic. No more finesse, no more control, just this need to push into her, get as close as possible to her skin so that maybe she could absorb me.

My thoughts grew jumbled, my breath harsh and dry. I needed more.

Her skin was slippery with sweat as I grabbed her thigh and hauled it up higher, spreading her wider.

“Yes,” she rasped, arching up, pressing her breasts against my chest.

Yes. The best word in the English language. Yes. And more. And fuck.

Grunting, I worked her hard, my lips finding the fragrant curve of her neck. I sucked her skin, moved my hips, and fucked her with everything I had.

Parker cried out, her body going tight around me. I could feel her on the edge. Her skin was flushed, her eyes wide on me. “Rhys.”