Stay With Me(7)

She stared at him, praying she didn’t look as vulnerable as she felt. With one hand splayed over her ass, he moved the other hand from her lips down to cup her breast in his palm. His thumb rubbed lightly over the nipple, causing it to tighten and pucker.

“Don’t move,” he commanded as he turned and walked out of the room.

He was back in seconds, one of her scarves in his hand. Her eyes widened as he quickly wrapped it around her wrists.

“Logan—”

“Shhhh,” he said again. He finished restraining her wrists then nudged her toward the bed. The back of her knees met the mattress, and he pressed until she was forced to lie back. He raised her hands and secured them to the bedpost.

She stared at him with wide eyes, nervous as Rhys came to stand beside the bed. It had been so long. And she was weak. How could she welcome them back into her bed when they’d ignored her for so long? She closed her eyes, refusing to allow them to see the need and the longing.

“We both need a shower,” Logan said in a low voice. “We’ve been traveling forever, haven’t changed our clothes. And I want you to be here when we get back.”

Beside her Rhys ran a finger over her shoulder, around the sensitive skin of her neck, into the hollow of her throat and then lower to her breast. He circled her nipple until it puckered and stood taut.

Need burned between her legs, tightening her pu**y until she fidgeted and twisted restlessly. When was the last time either of them had touched her? Looked at her with lust in their eyes?

They’d sworn never to take advantage of her and that they’d always take care of her. Love her. Give her what she needed. Only they’d lied.

She turned her face away, not wanting them to see her pain. Rhys bent and kissed her softly on the temple. The simple gesture was nearly her undoing.

“I’ll be right back,” he whispered. “And then I’m going to love every inch of you.”

She looked up to see them walk away, one into the bathroom adjoining the bedroom and the other back toward the living room and the other bathroom.

She tugged at the scarf binding her wrists, but it held firm. Closing her eyes, she heaved a heavy sigh. This is what she wanted. Had wanted, she corrected herself. It was what she’d spent the last months longing for.

It was too little, too late. Would they be here if she hadn’t left them without a word? If they didn’t fear she’d walked out on them?

It was a question she wasn’t sure she was ready to hear the answer to. She still hadn’t decided what exactly she wanted to do. She’d taken the trip to give her time to think about what her next step would be. She hadn’t counted on them showing up. At least not so soon.

Chapter Four

Rhys leaned his forehead against the shower wall as water pelted his back. He’d seen something in Cat’s eyes he never wanted to see again. Had never imagined seeing.Pain. Pain that he’d caused. And worse, a loss of hope. As if she’d given up on him and their marriage.

He clenched his fist and pushed himself off the wall. How could he undo several years in a matter of a few days? How could he make her see that he loved her and didn’t want to lose her? It wasn’t as simple as apologizing. He could sense the difference in her. The resolve.

In a hurry to return to her, he washed and stepped out, dragging a towel over his body to dry it. His balls ached, and his c**k was stiff as a board.

Naked, he walked back into the bedroom where Catherine still lay, her blond hair spread over the pillow. She looked at him as he approached, her expression wary, a mixture of sadness and desire in her eyes.

He sat down on the bed beside her and reached out a hand to touch her cheek.

“I know we need to talk,” he said quietly. “But I’m no good with words. Let me show you, Cat. Let me love you. Then we’ll talk. I promise.”

Her eyes were shiny, brimming with moisture.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispered.

The softly spoken words signaled her surrender, and he closed his eyes in relief. Then he reached up to untie her hands.

She turned fully on her back, watching him beneath her lashes. He could see her indecision, and he didn’t want to give her a chance to change her mind.

He stood beside the bed and trailed his fingers over her br**sts, stroked her puckered ni**les then caressed his way over her soft belly.

“Spread your legs,” he said.

She hesitated just a moment before relaxing her legs, allowing her thighs to part, giving him a tantalizing view of her pu**y.

Silky blond curls guarded her tender pink flesh.

“Touch yourself,” he said huskily. “Open yourself for me.”

Her right hand glided slowly down her stomach until it hovered over the soft mound. After a brief pause, her fingers slid into the folds, spreading until he could see the opening to her pu**y and her swollen clit.

Her middle finger stroked once then twice over the quivering bud. She moaned softly and closed her eyes. God, she was sexy. Head thrown back, hair streaming over the sheets, her lips parted as a sigh escaped them.

He crawled onto the bed, positioning himself at her feet. He bent down and pressed his lips to the inside of her ankle. Gently grasping her slender leg in his hand, he kissed a path upward, licking and nibbling.

When he reached the juncture of her thighs, he scooted down to her other foot and began again, giving this leg the same tender treatment.