“Smell?” She chuckles softly and shifts her hips so I can guide her panties down her legs. “How do I smell?”

“Like you want me inside you.” Her eyes flare. “Like you want me to move in and out of you, and make you come like crazy.”

“The smell is right.” Her eyes are wide, watching me, wondering what I might do next. But I don’t want to make this wild and crazy. I want to keep it slow and lazy. Sleepy.

Loving.

Because for the first time in my life, I feel like I’m making love to a woman. I’m not fucking her. I’m not having sex.

This is way more intimate than that.

“You’re so much more, Gabby.”

“More?” She sighs as my fingers slide lower into her folds, massaging them lightly. “More than what?”

“More than anything.” I tug her nipple back in my mouth and press one finger into her sopping wet center and grin happily when those hips come up off the bed and she grips onto my shoulder.

“I’m gonna come.”

And that’s my cue to slow down. “Not yet.”

“Party pooper,” she pouts, sticking her bottom lip out.

She’s fucking adorable.

I bite that lip and smile down at her. Why does my face feel different when I smile at her compared to when I smile at anyone else?

It’s the damndest thing.

Finally I slide my body over hers, brace my elbows on either side of her head, careful not to crush her. She’s less than half the size I am. I settle between her thighs, rest my pulsing cock against her sopping wet pussy and just rest here, smiling down into her happy face.

“I love this with you,” I whisper against her lips.

I love you.

God, I’m such a pussy when it comes to words. But surely she can feel it. Surely she knows. I’ve never been in love before, but it’s so big, there’s no way in hell that she doesn’t see it.

“You feel amazing.” Her hands are drifting up and down my back, her fingertips on my spine, making my eyes cross.

“You’re good with your hands.”

She smiles sweetly and hitches her legs up higher on my hips, shifting me enough for a little friction and I growl, “Fuck.”

“Yes, let’s.”

“No.” I brush her hair off her face, pull my knuckles down her soft cheek. “We’re not fucking right now, Gabrielle.”

“No, we’re not.” She turns her face into my palm and kisses me there. “But I’m going to need you inside me, please.”

I tilt my hips back, and when I’m aligned with her opening, I slide in, pushing slowly, making us both moan. God, she’s so fucking tight. She hugs my cock, and my spine immediately tingles.

“God, Rhys, it feels amazing every damn time.”

“It’s like the first time every damn time,” I reply softly and hold still inside her, reveling in how good she feels.

And realize that I don’t have a fucking condom on.

Shit.

She clenches down and I have to bite her neck to keep from coming. “If you keep doing that, this won’t last nearly as long as I want it to.”

“I don’t think I can stop,” she says. Her hands are gripping my ass, she’s circling her hips and her snug pussy keeps rippling around me.

She’s going to come spectacularly.

So I start to move again, in short pulses, tapping her G-spot with the tip of my dick. I shove my hands under her ass to tilt her up more, making the angle even more incredible, and her legs begin to shake the way they do when she’s about to lose it.

And I’m not going to last much longer than she does.

“Give in to it, Gabby,” I whisper against her lips. “Go ahead.”

She tilts her head back and whimpers as she shudders around me. There is no shouting, or crying out, but it’s no less intense.

It’s everything.

I come with her, quickly pulling out and spilling onto her stomach, panting. But I can’t take my eyes off of her gorgeous face.

“So much more,” I whisper.

Chapter Fourteen

~Gabby~

I’m running late. And to be perfectly honest, I don’t even care, one little bit. Because I just spent the two most amazing hours of my life in bed with Rhys where he freaking worshipped my body for every single minute of those two hours.

Worshipped. There is no other way to describe it. The way he touched me, looked at me, spoke to me. Yes, some of it was still dirty, thank God, but he was also gentle and thorough—so damn thorough—and loving.

Tender.

It was maybe the best moment of my life. I can’t believe that he came here early just because he couldn’t reach me.

And speaking of that, where in the hell is my phone?

I hurry into the kitchen to get breakfast ready for the guests, and there on the countertop is my phone, along with a note from Van.

Gabs,

Found this in the fridge. Was the phone spoiling? Were you worried about mold? Rhys tried to call.

Love,

Van

“In the fridge?” Rhys asks, reading over my shoulder.

“Yeah. I put it in there because I kept getting annoying calls from the unknown number. And I was irritated with the whole poop/water thing, so I stuffed it in the fridge and forgot about it.”

“Talk to me about this unknown number.”

“There’s nothing to tell. They hang up.”

“So don’t answer.”

“It could be a guest calling. I have to answer.”

He pours us each a cup of coffee, then leans his hips against the countertop and crosses his arms over his chest. He’s shirtless, wearing just a pair of loose-fitting workout pants, and dear sweet God, my body just went into hyper-alert mode.

Seriously, his muscles are ridiculous.

“See something you like?” he asks with that half-smile on his lips.

“Meh.” I hide my smile behind my mug as I take a sip of coffee, and Rhys’s eyes narrow.

“What was that?”

“Maybe.” Now I smile innocently and arrange cinnamon rolls in a pan. “I mean, you’ll do.”

“I’ll do.” His voice is dry, but his green eyes are full of humor as he watches me bustle around the kitchen.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed? You haven’t slept in two days.”

“I’m fine for now. Where’s Sam?”

“He just got picked up for baseball camp.”

He nods. “So, I’ll do.”

“Wow, do you really need me to stroke your ego?” I shake my head and turn toward the oven, but I’m suddenly caught up in Rhys’s arms and he’s kissing the hell out of me. His hands are everywhere, his mouth firm and sure on mine, as he simply takes what he wants.

And what he wants is me.

“I don’t need you to stroke my ego, baby,” he whispers against my lips. “That’s not what this is about. There are no egos here. It’s just you and me, and I have no problem admitting that I’m hot for you. I have a permanent hard-on when I just think of you. I haven’t been this turned on by a woman since I was a kid. I would hope it’s reciprocated just a little bit, or I’ll feel like a fool.”

“I always want you,” I reply and swallow hard. “Your body is insane, Rhys. In. Sane. But more than that, I want the way you make me feel.”

“How do I make you feel?”

“Safe. Beautiful. Sexy.”

“Yes.” He grins and kisses me once more. “You are those things.”

I lick my lips, tasting him there, and watch as he resumes his place against the counter.

“Can I bring something up without you biting my head off?” he asks, staring down into his coffee.

“Maybe. Not if it’s about my hair. Girls are touchy about their hair.”

He shakes his head. “No, I love your hair. I think you should hire help.”

I bite my lip and wince. “I can do this, Rhys.”

“I know. I’m not saying you can’t. That’s not the point. You can, but you shouldn’t have to do it all alone. I would think that the past twenty-four hours would have shown you that an extra pair of hands around here would help you out considerably. Maybe just bring someone on to handle breakfast and check-outs. Or even just breakfast.”