The Defiant Wife (The Three Mrs #2) - Jess Michaels Page 0,35

of his face, and when he cupped her cheeks and kissed her, she knew she was going to have pleasure beyond what she’d known before.

She surrendered to it, to him, as he stripped her chemise down her body with a hard tug. He lifted her against him, pulling one leg up against his hip as he placed her on the edge of the bed. His cock nudged her there, and she gasped against his mouth, ready for this and for him.

He seemed to have other ideas, though, because he didn’t claim. Instead, he pushed her flat on her back. He looked at her, spread across his bed, her legs open, naked but for stockings and the slippers she hadn’t yet removed. She had no doubt she looked wanton and wicked and ready to be used.

But she didn’t feel ashamed. She was all of those things for this man, wanton, wicked, ready to be used by him, and that was exactly what she wanted to be.

“You are so perfect,” he muttered as he caged her in with his hands, his gaze holding his. “Do you still want this? Want me?”

She nodded with so much eagerness that he couldn’t have missed it. “Desperately, Rhys.”

“Mmmm,” he muttered with a smile. “Desperately.”

He leaned in as if to kiss her, but instead his mouth found the side of her throat. He sucked and licked there, then lower, teasing and tasting across her collarbone and down her chest until he reached her breasts. He glanced up at her, watching as he cupped both of them.

She gasped at the feel of his warm hands on her so intimately. Gasped louder when he began to stroke his thumbs across her nipples, gently…then harder. Sensation started there and moved through her bloodstream, pumping between her legs, making her writhe against him.

He could have taken her. They were almost perfectly aligned, but he still didn’t. He kept his attention on her breasts, continuing to pluck one nipple with his fingers as he took the other into his mouth. He sucked, hard enough the find the edge of pain, but not so hard as to send her over it. She mewled in pleasure, clasping her hands behind his head and holding him there so he could suckle and pleasure her further.

He didn’t disappoint. He laved her and teased her and nipped her until she felt like a pool of molten lava, and then he did it all over again on the opposite breast. And just when she was panting and thrashing almost out of control, he slid his mouth away. Not higher to kiss her.

Lower. He moved his mouth lower across her stomach, lower along the curve of her hip. Lower to her thigh. He rubbed his cheek there, just next to her sex, and she gripped the coverlet in anticipation of what he would do next.

“So pretty,” he mused, stroking a thumb across the lewd wetness between her thighs. She parted them farther, exposing herself more. He chuckled as he stroked her again, parting the outer lips, the tip of his thumb breeching her just a fraction.

“Please,” she panted. “Please.”

He nodded and peeled her open. He massaged those outer lips and sensation arced and zinged through her. Her cry was garbled and husky in the quiet of the room, then sharper as he settled his mouth there and licked her in one languid swipe.

No man had any right to be so good at this, but Rhys was. He dove into pleasuring her, licking and sucking like he’d done with her nipple. Only this time it was her sex, her clitoris, that he worshipped. He teased, but only for a short time. It was evident his drive was to make her come, and she felt so sensitive that it wasn’t going to take much to get there.

He strummed her clitoris with his thumb as he licked her entrance, pushing back the hood and exposing the ultra-sensitive nub. She ground against him, shameless in need, begging him in with moans and gasps. He began to suck her clitoris, over and over in a steady pace. He murmured as he did so, the vibration adding to the madness as the dam of pleasure built between her legs. She flexed in time with him, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

The first wave hit her so hard that her vision blurred and she had to slap a hand over her mouth so her screams wouldn’t be heard throughout the quiet house. She’d never come with