Bedding the Wrong Brother(44)



Stunned, she could do no more than gape at him while he rounded the car, pulled open her door, then swept her into his arms, carrying her up the steps into the house with a rushed agility that took her breath away. Maneuvering into his bedroom, he deposited her gently on the bed. He gave her another one of those intense, dominating kisses and started to strip her. Her hands raced to follow his lead, but somehow he managed to get her naked before she could do more than push his shirt from his shoulders.

He pinned her hands next to her head, his cheeks flushed, his breathing rough, and a decidedly dazed look in his eyes. “I can't do it.”

She jerked in surprise and shame filled her fast. “What?” This is it, she thought. I was wrong before. This is where he hurts me.

“I can't wait. I'm sorry, Melina, I thought I could but—” He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against hers, just as he had at the lake. With his touch, she realized he was shaking. “If I can't have you now, I think I'm going to die.”

His blatant honesty stunned her. He was as wet as she, their hair damp, his trunks hiked up the muscled thigh that pressed between her legs so that her bare flesh met his. Instead of being embarrassed by the wetness there, as she normally would have been, she reveled in it. Instinctively, she pressed herself toward him, wanting more pressure on the tiny bundle of nerves that was swelling for his touch. It wasn't close enough, so she struggled to get her hands free. When he wouldn't release her wrists, she leaned up and kissed him gently, then followed the tender touch with a nip to his bottom lip. “It's okay, Rhys. I don't want to wait either.”

“But you said you wanted to play—”

“Playing can wait.” She swallowed and forced herself to say it. “I've wanted you for so long. On top of me. Inside me. If that's what you want—”

He took one of her hands and slid it inside his trunks, covering her fingers with his until she was grasping him tightly. Moving her hand, he started a smooth, steady friction that made his eyes close and his head fall back. “I want.”

“Then take me,” she whispered.

With a rough groan, he stood, pushed down his swimsuit, and lunged for the bedside table where he removed a small square packet. Ripping it open, he slipped the condom over himself and then came on top of her. She welcomed him, arms and thighs opened wide, and he sank onto her.

Sinking into her wasn't quite as easy.

He pushed the head of his penis against her, groaning as her tight muscles slowly allowed him inside. Inch by inch he took her, eyes open now, staring into her soul and refusing to let her look away. When he gave a final heavy push, sinking into her all the way, her mewl of pleasure mixed melodically with his deep-throated groan.

Immediately, he started a shallow thrusting that steadily increased in speed and impact.

“Rhys?” she gasped when he hit a spot inside her she'd never known existed. Apparently, Rhys didn't need any help finding her G-spot.

He kissed her lightly, a teasing brush of his lips that had her arching to get closer to him. “You feel so good. Just as I've always imagined.”

The idea that he might have imagined this before brought tears to her eyes. She gripped his shoulders tighter even as her internal muscles clenched around the thick rod inside her. The drag of his cock against her sensitive nerves pushed her so high so fast it left her stunned. She marveled at this man's ability to destroy her at the same time he renewed, replenished, and recharged her. “I'm going to come, Rhys,” she wailed, not wanting to leave him behind again.

His thrusts came even faster now. “Come, baby. I'll be right there with you.”

And he was. Together, they groaned and shuddered, muscles tightening and clenching, breath heaving, fingers grasping as they took each other over the edge. And just like before, when she came down from the pinnacle, she was in Rhys's arms, shivering and whispering his name. This time, however, her mind didn't form her favorite fantasy.

It didn't have to.

Her fantasy was in her arms, pushing back her hair and whispering the sweetest words she'd ever thought to hear. Feeling her heart expanding with love for him, she tried to pull back. To protect herself while she still could.


“So does this count as something you told me you liked?” she gasped, taking a deep breath before she could continue. “Or something I came up with on my own?”

“I don't know and I don't care,” he whispered. “All I know is I want to do it again. And again—” He kissed her ear and worked his way down to her shoulder, continuing the kisses as he repeated the words over and over. “And again.”

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