Bedding the Wrong Brother(43)

Unable to help herself, she reached out and placed her hands on his shoulders, cupping the balls of muscle there even as she reestablished her position with her legs around his waist. “What's that?”

Anticipation, an exhilarating mix of fear and lust, clawed at her. With sure hands, Rhys cupped the cheeks of her bottom and arched into her, indicating loud and clear that playtime was over. He waited until her low moan faded before answering her. “I get to return the favor.”



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They didn't crash on the drive back to Rhys's house, but it was touch and go—literally—the entire time. Mainly, she did the touching, teasing Rhys from the passenger seat, her hands smoothing across his chest, stroking his thighs, cupping the spectacular package in between while he gritted his teeth and tried to focus on the road, his white knuckles gripping the steering wheel for dear life. During that wild five-minute ride, she savored the now-familiar intoxicating rush of power, the sure knowledge that she was the reason he was barely holding on to his control. The power shifted, however, when she began to kiss him.


She started at his neck, at the corners of his mouth, and was working her way downward when he suddenly braked and tugged her head away. With his ragged breaths filling the small confines of her car, he subdued her attempts to pull away from him, shaking his head warningly. “We're almost there.” The rough tenor of his voice slid across her skin like nubby silk, rich and smooth but with enough texture to tease rather than satisfy.

“Then why'd you stop?” she whispered even as she craned her neck in a desperate bid to kiss his lips.

The hand on her hair tightened, and the bite of pleasure-pain made her eyes widen. The deep clench of need between her thighs made it more than clear that she just might like things rougher than she'd ever imagined.

“Because your hands on me are one thing, but if your lips get any closer to my dick, then we're not going to make it to my bed. I'm going to pull over and take you right here, and that's not what you asked for—”

“I changed my mind,” she breathed, silently cursing her stupidity. She forgot why she'd ever come up with the idea of tying him down. If he was tied down, he couldn't use his hands on her, and she wanted his hands on her. So much that she was about to beg for it, but he gave a sharp shake of his head.

“Kiss me. One kiss. And then sit back like a good little girl until we get there.”

She dug her nails into his shoulders, giving him a taste of the hunger rolling through her. “But I don't want to be a good little girl. Not anymore.”

He growled and took the kiss he'd asked for. His lips surrounded hers, his tongue sank deep, and the whole time he kept his hands on her skull, in her hair, guiding her mouth, tilting it this way and that, demanding that she give him what he wanted. Then he pushed her away.

“Don't move,” he said as he released her and then turned back to the road, starting to drive with a jerky lurch. It was a hard order to obey, but she dug her fingernails into her palms, consoling herself that they'd be there soon. As she stared at him, however, a devilish urge to push him even closer to the edge took control of her. She'd always been reluctant to talk dirty in bed, but now the urge was driving her hard.

“The first thing I'm going to do when you're tied down is take you in my mouth,” she said softly.

He jerked in surprise and looked at her, then clenched his jaw as he focused on the road again.

“I-I haven't had a lot of experience with it,” she confessed, “because I've never really liked it. But with you, I want to taste every inch of you. Lock you in my mouth. In my throat, so you can never get away.”

He flinched. Groaned. Lowered his hand to cup himself. But just for a second. When he had both hands on the wheel again, he glared at her, the glint in his eyes promising retribution. “And when I'm in your throat and can't get away, what are you going to do?”

“I-I—” She struggled for something clever to say. Something nasty and hot and depraved. But all she could manage was the truth. “I'm going to suck you until you come.”

He hissed out a breath and took a sharp turn. “Unless you come first.”

“What do you mean?” she asked dumbly.

The car stopped. She barely noticed that they'd made it back to the house. “I mean I don't just lay back when a woman is pleasuring me with her mouth, Melina. I give it right back to her.”