“You know what I like,” she answered, desire pooling between her thighs, and he smiled at her, shaking his head.
“I know what you liked,” he said. “I want to hear what you want now.”
She felt almost dizzy with want, overwhelmed, and it made her brave. Made her bold.
“Taste me,” she whispered, and his pupils somehow got even wider, even darker.
“Ah, cariad, there is nothing I want more.”
She let him push her back against the mattress, hopping up because it was so high, and when she lifted her hips, he eased her panties down her legs, kissing her thigh, her knee, her ankle.
She fell back against the bed, eyes fixed on the canopy overhead, and suddenly it didn’t seem so silly, so over-the-top. It seemed . . . romantic.
But maybe that’s just because Rhys’s lips were there, exactly where she wanted them, and her body was bowing up underneath him, fingers tight in his hair as he completely unraveled her with his mouth.
The orgasm snuck up on her, and she clutched his hair, her body curling up on itself as she panted his name, shaking and sweating.
He pulled back, his mouth wet, and then he fumbled in the nightstand.
“More?”
She knew what he was asking, and nodded as he gave a relieved sigh, pulling a condom out of the drawer.
There were spells, Vivi knew, that were supposed to act as protection, but Elaine had drilled it into both Vivi and Gwyn that when it came to their bodies, they should always trust science over magic, and she was grateful Rhys was prepared.
Sitting up a little, Vivi reached behind her, unhooking her bra, and Rhys groaned, surging up her body to cup one breast in his hand, his lips closing over her nipple as Vivi gasped, leaning back on her hands.
“I’ve dreamed about this,” he murmured against her skin. “How soft you are. How beautiful.” He muttered something else, something in Welsh, and even though Vivi didn’t understand it, her body did. Whatever he’d said, it was filthy, and even though she’d just come, she found herself reaching for him, her hands greedy.
There was something decadent about being naked, splayed out before him while he was fully dressed, but now she needed more. Needed to see him, feel him.
Rhys clearly understood because he stood up, his hands pulling his sweater over his head, then falling to the button of his jeans.
Vivi propped herself up on her elbows, watching him with avid eyes. The hair on his chest wasn’t thick, curling around his nipples, narrowing as it reached his waistband.
She sat up so that she could trace that line of hair with her fingernail, loving the way his eyes briefly closed, the shuddery breath he gave as she pulled his zipper down, sliding her hand inside to palm his cock.
He was hard, thick against her hand, and Vivi thought she might die if she didn’t feel him inside her.
“Now, Rhys, now, please.”
He didn’t need to hear it twice. Vivi heard the foil wrapper tear, felt his hand between them, and then he was there, pushing inside her.
It had been a while, and she tensed briefly, but he took his time with shallow thrusts, his breath hot against her ear. “Make it good for you, Vivienne.”
Rhys only needed the barest push to his shoulder to roll to his back, and Vivi went easily with him, bracing her hands on his chest as she rose above him, adjusting the angle, feeling him deep within her, her head falling back, hair brushing her back.
And then his hand was there, at the place where their bodies met, fingers working cleverly, and Vivi could feel herself coming again, her inner walls grasping him as he groaned and thrust up, meeting every roll of her hips.
She fell over the edge almost in an instant, her mouth opening in a silent cry, and Rhys sat up beneath her, clutching her back, fingers flexing on her skin, her name spilling from his lips as he came.