mouth hovered over his, not kissing him. Yet.
Anticipation was hot and hungry. Her breath mingled with his.
His cock went hard in an instant. Then he dug deep and dredged up some control. It was minuscule. “You’ve had a rough night—”
She licked her lips and her tongue brushed his. They both groaned. His fingers bit into her ass.
“I’m not thinking of anything but you,” she murmured.
Rhys gritted his teeth. He was known for his control. Iron hands on the wheel of a fast car, on the controls of a speeding boat, on a rifle in battle.
Right now, those hands were shaking.
Because of her.
His Haven.
When he didn’t move or say anything, he saw uncertainty cross her face.
“Um, if you don’t want—?”
He slid a hand up and tangled it in her hair. He tilted her head back, just rough enough to get her attention. Her pretty lips parted.
“What do you want, baby?” he drawled.
Something twisted inside him, a beastly part of him that wanted to throw her on the ground, and tear that damn dress off of her.
“I want to be safe,” she murmured. “I want your hands on me.” Her mouth brushed his lightly. “I want you inside me.”
Rhys’ growl was loud. His cock was hard and throbbing, trapped in his damn jeans. Sharp need twisted in his gut.
He’d never wanted to claim and possess a woman like this before.
“You going to let me sink my cock deep? You wet for me, angel?”
She squirmed against him. “Yes.”
“It won’t be polite or gentle.” He ground his cock against her. “You’ve got me hot and hard.”
“I want hard. I want it all.” She was breathing fast.
Rhys strode across the room to the dining table, filled with barely leashed hunger. He set her down on her feet, then pushed the dress off her shoulders.
The fabric fell to her waist and she gasped, but Rhys could only see those gorgeous breasts. They weren’t big, but they were perfectly formed, and topped with pink nipples.
“Rhys—”
He slid an arm around her and pushed her back, arching her spine so her breasts pushed up at him.
“Look at you.” He ran his knuckles across her nipples, watching them turn to hard, little beads.
She made a hungry, desperate sound.
He lowered his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth.
“Oh… Yes, God.”
He rolled his tongue over her nipple, loving how she squirmed. Then he moved across to the other one. Her skin was so smooth, so damn sweet.
She slid one hand into his hair, and gave a small yank. He sucked harder, and she moaned and bucked against him.
“Need you inside me,” she pleaded.
Desire made everything in him hot, tight. If he didn’t have her soon, he’d implode. He felt like he’d wanted her forever. He couldn’t remember not wanting her.
He pushed her dress down and it slithered into a pool at her feet.
She wore a tiny wisp of bronze lace beneath.
He gripped her hips and lifted her onto the table.
“Oh.” She gripped his biceps. Then she grabbed his shirt and yanked.
Buttons flew everywhere, and her gaze locked on his chest. She pushed the torn shirt off.
“My God, you’re Grade-A fantasy material.” She pressed a hand to his abs, her nails scratching his skin.
Rhys made a sound that made her gaze meet his. He saw the answering need in her eyes, the same desire that was strumming through him.
Then she touched the tattoo on his chest—the American flag. A reminder of why he’d fought, why he’d given up little pieces of his soul.
Then before he realized what she had planned, she palmed the large bulge in his trousers. Fuck. He felt his balls draw up, and for a second, he worried that he’d come in his jeans.
He moved fast, pressing close between her legs and shoving her back on his table. Damn, he’d never seen a better sight than a naked Haven McKinney laid out for him.
“Baby, my cock is on a hair trigger when it comes to you. I plan to come deep inside you, not in my jeans.”
She arched up, and he stroked his hands down her belly. Then under the edge of her thong. She was drenched and his gut clenched.
“Baby, so wet. I can slam inside you and I’ll slide right in.”
“Rhys.”
He hated even the tiniest barrier between them. He yanked and tore her thong off.
She gasped. “No one’s ever torn my clothes off me.”
He smiled darkly. “You started it. You ripped my shirt off.”
She bit her lip. “I’m not sorry.”
He leaned over and kissed her. A kiss