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Rhys is the wave washing it away the moment it’s drawn.
Sex with Rhys isn’t just physical. It’s not just a release or a means to an end. It’s an entire experience that buries itself into your soul. An experience that will live within you until your dying breath.
How can I keep him at arms-length when his mere existence sucks me in? When I feel like I can breathe while also feeling utterly breathless by him?
He props himself on his forearm, he watches me with reverence that warms a part of me I’d forgotten existed.
I blink away the burn from my eyes.
There is no way I’m going to cry.
I fucking hate crying.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
He tips his head. “Like what?”
“Likethat.” I gesture to his face.
Pushing off the bed, I stride to the bathroom to pee. After relieving myself, I silently dress, ignoring Rhys’ probing gaze on my profile.
I quickly twist my hair into a bun at the top of my head then turn to face him.
“Let’s go.”
He silently studies me for a moment then nods and stands to dress himself.
After shutting off all the lights and making sure nothing is plugged in that shouldn’t be, we exit the apartment. I lock the door behind us, and we walk to Rhys’ SUV.
This is going to be a long weekend.
I just hope my heart and mind understand each other and agree that falling for Rhys is not an option.
* * *
Rhys’ apartment is beautiful and spacious, with a view overlooking the city. The floor-to-ceiling windows make up the entire far wall. The colors are dark and sexy – very Rhys.
I feel his eyes tracking my movements as I meander his space, taking in all the sleek details. When I meet his eyes, they’re filled with an emotion that hits me in my chest. It’s possessive, hungry. Completely dominating.
“Where’s my room?” I ask.
My breath stalls in my lungs as he saunters closer. “You’ll be sleeping in my bed.”
Absolutely not.
“You want me to hurt you, don’t you?” I scowl.
He lowers his head, slowly shaking it with a chuckle.
“If you want to hurt me, do it. Just know I’ll hurt you back,” he teases. My core clenches.
You just let him fuck you. Give your pussy a break.
Pretending to be unaffected, I head down the hallway toward what I assume to be the bedrooms.
Each door I try to open, Rhys’ annoying self is right there pulling me away and shutting it.
I’m fuming.
