Stay With Me(20)

Shame crowded her mind. “I’m sorry. I know I’m oversensitive. I don’t expect you to drop everything.”

“No, but you should be able to expect our attention. Our love and our regard. From now on, you’ll have those things. I swear it.”

She smiled and reached up to kiss him. “So is it just you and me for breakfast?”

“Hmm, well I know what I want,” he murmured.

She gasped as he began to make his way down her body with those sinful lips. When he reached her belly, she felt a flutter, a warm sensation as he kissed where his child was cradled.

She should tell them now. No, the announcement hadn’t gone the way she’d planned, but that was the way the cookie crumbled sometimes. But then again, if she told them now, it would change the entire dynamic of their vacation.

Ten more days wouldn’t matter, and then she could give them the two EPT sticks she’d wrapped for their anniversary present as soon as they returned home.

She smiled as she imagined their reactions. And then they could spend the evening making love as they dreamed about the future.

Rhys rolled over her and situated himself between her legs as he pressed a kiss to her navel. Then he worked lower, spreading her thighs as he moved down.

She held her breath as his finger gently delved between her folds, parting the delicate skin. His warm breath blew over the highly sensitized flesh, and then his tongue rasped over her clitoris.

“Rhys!”

He chuckled and continued to nuzzle her. Each brush of his tongue sent a shockwave through her belly. Her pu**y clenched and she strained upward, wanting more.

“I’m going to make you come,” he growled. “All over my mouth. I want to taste it.”

She shuddered and closed her eyes. She reached up to grasp the headboard, holding tight as she writhed beneath him. His hands slid underneath her ass, cupping the globes as he raised her to his mouth.

His tongue plunged deep, warm and wet, rough and yet exquisitely tender. Her legs fell open wider, and he sucked her straining clit between his teeth.

“Come for me, love.” He flicked his teeth over her clit, barely grazing the peak, but it sent spasms racing straight to her core.

“I love you,” she whispered. “I need you so much, Rhys.”

His mouth, whisper-sweet, soft and fluttering, pressed against her quivering flesh. He kissed her, just one gentle kiss.

She shattered, there in his arms, against his mouth. A sob spilled from her lips. The ceiling blurred, and she closed her eyes as sweet bliss descended, filling her, lifting her high then floating downward like a leaf riding the wind.

Her hands left the headboard, and she reached blindly down, wanting to touch him, to connect. He moved up her body, pulling her close then sweeping down to claim her lips.

“I love you too, Cat, and I’m never letting you go.”

He rolled to the side, bringing her with him. He tucked her head under his chin as she nestled into his body. It felt so good to be back in his arms.

“Let’s shower together then go eat breakfast,” Rhys murmured close to her ear. “Logan said he’d meet us on the beach.”

“That means I have to move,” she said on a blissful sigh. “I don’t want to move.”

He chuckled and stroked a hand through her hair. “I’d love nothing better than to keep you naked and in bed all day, but you need to eat. I don’t want any more episodes like last night. While we’re here, Logan and I are going to take very good care of you, which means you’ll eat and sleep well.”

She smiled and turned her face up to his. “I love you,” she repeated, because she just couldn’t say it enough.

He leaned down to kiss the tip of her nose. “And I love you. Now let’s go get cleaned up. I’m starving.”

Chapter Eleven

Catherine laughed and did a twirl on the beach, her head thrown back, her blond hair streaming down her back. The power her laughter had on Logan was phenomenal. He hadn’t realized just how long she’d been so unhappy. How long he’d been unhappy.The last week had been nothing short of magical as he and Rhys had done everything they could to put back together their tattered relationship with their wife. She was smiling again, and lightness reflected in her eyes.

They teased and played, and it brought back the old days with startling clarity. Catherine had been right. They had been happier then. Even with nothing. They’d had each other, and he and Rhys had damn sure had her love.

It was humbling that his quest to make it big, to provide for Catherine, to be a success, had nearly brought him his greatest failure.

She ran for him, Rhys chasing behind her. He grinned as she launched herself into his arms.

Logan gathered her close and whirled her around, placing his back between her and Rhys.

“This is a switch,” he said with a laugh. “Usually it’s you running for Rhys.”

She shrieked when Rhys ducked around him and made a grab for her waist. Logan hoisted her over his shoulder and playfully shoved at Rhys.

He headed for the water, his hand cupped possessively over her ass.

“Logan, no!” she exclaimed when she figured out his intent. “Rhys, help!”

Rhys died laughing. “Oh, now you want my help. Weren’t you running from me a minute ago? Sorry, sweetheart. You’re on your own.”