Stay With Me(8)

Her breath caught when he nipped the inside of her thigh. His lips hovered over her pu**y, and he smiled as he felt her hold herself in anticipation.

He moved instead to her belly and blazed a wet trail up her taut abdomen to the swells of her br**sts.

“Oh…” The gasp escaped her lips as he sucked her nipple between his teeth.

Her hand left her pu**y, and she dug her fingers into his hair, holding him to her breast.

He tugged himself away and moved his body up until his face hovered over hers. He kissed her, wanting to taste her, wanting to capture her sweet sounds into his mouth. He wanted to absorb every inch of her, make her forget everything but the fact that he was here with her.

Catherine broke away with a ragged breath. She sucked in mouthfuls of air before Rhys captured her mouth once again. He moved with urgency. He touched her, kissed her like he hadn’t since they’d first been married.

Hot, wild, she wanted to crawl right out of her skin. Restless and aching, she could no longer remain still, no longer allow him control.

She pushed at him, rolling him off her. He looked at her with bewildered eyes as she rose over him, letting her hair spill onto his chest.

Placing both her hands on his shoulders, she lowered her head and consumed his lips in a hungry, carnal kiss. Too long had she gone without the close physical intimacy she craved, and now she wasn’t content to lie back and allow him to call the shots.

When she pulled away to gasp for breath, she saw the surprise in his eyes, but she also saw something else. Want. Need. Curiosity. Desire.

A smile curved her lips. A wicked smile she hoped.

She straddled his body, shoving his arms upward. He arched one brow but allowed her to dictate his movements. When his hands were above his head, she trailed her fingers down the undersides of his arms until she reached his broad chest.

She shifted her body until she cradled his c**k between her legs. Hard, thick, it brushed against her wetness, and she rubbed up and down, loving the electric currents that raced through her body every time her clit nudged the head of his penis.

“Tease,” he gasped out.

“This is my show,” she murmured as she continued to rock back and forth.

She leaned forward and nipped at his neck. Lightly at first, then she sank her teeth into the corded muscle behind his ear. He groaned and shifted underneath her. He started to lower his arms, but she sat up and put both hands on his chest in protest.

“Don’t move.”

He grinned and slowly let his hands fall back to the pillow. “I think I like you this way.”

“Maybe I should have done it sooner, then,” she whispered. “Maybe you’d want to spend more time with me if I had.”

His eyes darkened into what looked like regret. “Cat—” he began.

She put a finger over his lips as he had done hers earlier. She reached between them with her other hand and grasped his swollen cock. With a twist of her hips, she positioned him at her entrance and slid down, engulfing him.

His entire body tensed and he moved his hands up, paused then let them fall back to the bed as if remembering her earlier dictate.

“Oh God,” he groaned. “You feel so good.”

“Tell me what you want,” she said breathlessly. She stared down at him, stilling her movements. Then she arched, sliding nearly off of him.

“Cat…”

“Tell me,” she commanded.

“I want you to f**k me,” he growled. “I want your hands and lips on me. I want my dick so far in your pu**y that I’m drowning.”

She slid her palms over the hard muscles of his chest and slowly lowered her hips until he was fully within her again.

“Harder,” he said.

“I want you to beg,” she countered, her eyes locked with his once more.

A sound had her turning her head to see Logan standing in the doorway to the bathroom. Naked, his c**k stiff and distended, his hand curled around it as he stroked back and forth.

He watched silently as she stared at him, her body still, Rhys buried deeply within her.

His fingers rolled over his engorged penis, coaxing the foreskin toward the head, pausing, then pulling downward again.

She knew he liked to watch. It aroused her too. There was something primal, forbidden, about belonging to two men, having one watch while the other pleasured her.

Slowly, she turned her attention back to Rhys. His hands were still above his head, and she leaned forward, gripping his shoulders as she lifted her hips, sliding up his c**k with a leisure that contradicted the edgy need boiling just under the surface of her skin.

She trembled, shaking with the force of her desire. It had been too long, and she craved him. Craved them both with a desperation that frightened her. How was she supposed to survive the decision she must make? How was she supposed to exist away from them?

How could she remain with them when she was never a priority?

She let her chin fall to her chest in a gesture of defeat. She was fooling herself. Yes, she wanted them. Loved them with every breath. But it wasn’t enough. They had to want and need her every bit as much.

Rhys reached up to touch her cheek, light and seeking, tentative almost as if he feared what he’d see in her eyes.

“Cat, I love you,” he whispered. “Please believe that.”

Warmth seeped through her veins, lighting hope in its path. She wanted to believe him. Wanted it more than anything.