The Defiant Wife (The Three Mrs #2) - Jess Michaels Page 0,52

fingers with his. “Will you…lay with me for a moment? Just hold me?”

He nodded. “Of course.”

She scooted over, giving him a place beside her. He lay on his back and she cuddled into the crook of his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her as she rested a hand on his chest.

“I can feel your heart,” she whispered.

He didn’t respond. He knew, because he knew her just as she knew him, that she wasn’t talking about his heartbeat through his chest, though she probably could feel that, considering how she made his pulse leap. She was talking about something deeper than that, something more. She was talking about how they felt, what they both wanted, what burned between them and had burned between them since the first moment he laid eyes on her.

“I feel yours, too,” he said, and leaned down to kiss her forehead. She turned her face against his shoulder, and he felt the dampness of tears there. He rolled slightly, putting her on her back and covering her. She stared up at him, tears sparkling there in the glorious green of her eyes.

“Not yet,” he whispered. “No sadness yet, Phillipa. Tonight is about this. Us.”

She nodded and cleared her throat, wiped her tears. She forced a shaky smile. “You’re right. Then I know what I want, Rhys.”

“What’s that?” he asked.

She slid her hand down his side, cupped his hip. “I want to put my mouth on you.”

His eyes widened and he grinned. “I won’t argue with that, but I will negotiate.”

“Negotiate!” she said, and when she giggled it was genuine. “You never said this was a negotiation.”

“Wicked of me, I know. But wait until you hear my terms before you refuse me.” He kissed her, hard and fast before he said. “I will let you put your mouth on me—”

“A noble sacrifice,” she said, her tone dry as dead leaves.

“—but I demand I get to do the same to you. At the same time.”

She blinked up at him. “How would…that…work?”

He rolled onto his back, dragging her with him so she covered him. “Well, I lay like this,” he said. “And you face that way. And while you suck me until my eyes cross, you sit right here…” He pointed to his mouth. “And I make you shake and grind on my tongue.”

For a moment he thought he’d gone too far because her eyes got very wide. For all her teasing about his wicked ways, she wasn’t open to such a thing. She was a lady, after all. One who had likely been taught that those sorts of things were dirty, if she’d been taught about them at all.

“That sounds like fun,” she said at last, then kissed him quickly before she moved.

She turned and adjusted as she sat on his chest and faced his hard cock. She caught him in hand first, stroking him once, twice, sending a ricochet of powerful sensation through every nerve ending in his body. Then she leaned over him and licked the swollen head. “Is this right?”

He tried to focus as he looked down at the wet pussy situated just out of reach for what he wanted. “Almost,” he grunted as he grabbed her thighs and yanked her back toward him, settling her against his mouth. He darted out his tongue and traced her. “Perfect.”

She ground back, already reaching for release a second time, and whispered, “Perfect.”

And then she devoured him as he devoured her.

Pippa had made love to Rhys many times since their arrival in Bath. It had been passionate and wild, it had been sweet and comforting…but it had never been a race, a competition. Now, though, with his expert tongue tracing patterns against her clitoris, she felt his challenge. Who would come first? Who would lose control?

She wanted it to be him. To feel the salty flood of him and know she had swept away his control. But he was so good at what he was doing, sucking relentlessly against her clitoris, then switching to spear her with his tongue, that she feared she would lose herself far before he did.

But then again, even when she lost she won with this man. He never took more than she gave, never held anything over her as punishment or to crow over. He was simply not capable of such cruelty, even in its smallest measure.

She pushed those thoughts away and focused instead on pleasing him. She knew how to do it. She’d made a study of it. She took him into