music. She collapsed onto his chest.
Rhys reached out to the bedside table and grabbed a condom. He tugged Haven back up to straddle him. With a noise, she shifted her thighs on either side of him, her heavy gaze finding his swollen cock standing up between them.
He was so damn hard for her.
“Put it on.” He handed her the foil packet.
She fumbled and opened it. Then she took her sweet time rolling the latex over him.
Rhys felt like a wild beast. He needed her. He needed her skin against his. Needed her scent in his senses. Needed her warmth.
He reached up and yanked the shirt off her. Then he fisted his cock and Haven’s eyes glazed with need. She lifted her hips.
His gut was in knots, blood hammering through his veins.
“Take what you need, baby. What we both need.”
She rocked against him, rubbing against his cock. He hissed out a breath.
“Haven, do it.” He clamped his hands on her hips.
She lowered down, and the head of his cock slipped inside her. They both groaned, their gazes meeting.
“That’s it,” he said. “Work me inside you, angel.”
She lifted up, then drove down. She cried out.
Rhys gritted his teeth. He was lodged deep inside her—every hard inch. Desire hammered inside him, then she made an incoherent sound and pressed her hands to his chest.
She started to ride him, her hips rolling.
Fuck. Her tight pussy gripped him hard. With every thrust, she let out a harsh breath.
“Faster, Haven,” he growled.
She picked up the pace. Her pretty breasts bounced with her moves. He reached up and tugged her hair free.
It tumbled around her shoulders. She was the most beautiful thing he’d seen. Haven riding his cock, taking her pleasure.
“Rhys?”
“Baby?”
“Please…rub my clit.”
His gut clenched. His sexy girl asking for what she wanted. “You want me rubbing your clit while you ride my cock?”
“Yes.”
He found the sweet nub, and with one roll, her pussy clenched. She made a strangled cry and her back arched.
Fucking beautiful.
Her orgasm triggered his. Rhys yanked her down, his cock buried deep in her. His vision grayed—narrowing to only her and the climax tearing through him.
With a roar, his release shook his entire body.
She collapsed on him, and he wrapped his arms around her, tucking her close against his chest.
He turned his face into her hair and breathed her in. He listened as her breathing slowed, and let his hand trail up her back.
He wanted more. Turning his head, he found her neck. He kissed her, tasting her skin and the faint trace of salt. He saw the tiny bruise he’d left the first time they’d fucked and he smiled.
His mark. He gently kissed it and she made a happy, contented sound.
Then he smacked her ass. “You mentioned breakfast.”
This time, she made an annoyed sound.
“Come on, McKinney. I need sustenance.”
“Because you fucked me most of the night. I’m surprised we didn’t both lose ten pounds.”
He reached over and found the shirt he pulled off her. He urged her up, he pulled it back over her head.
She gave him a small smile, and Rhys stilled. Emotion moved through him.
In that moment, sitting on his rumpled bed with an equally rumpled Haven, he realized that he’d kill for her. Die for her.
She tilted her head. “Rhys?”
“Come on, angel. I need bacon.”
Haven finished scrambling the eggs. She eyed Rhys at the coffee machine, and added way more bacon to the frypan.
She’d gathered her hair back up on her head, and this time, she’d pulled some panties on under his T-shirt.
Rhys could not be trusted.
He was wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and had no shirt on. All those muscles and ink were a huge distraction.
Her belly tightened. She’d had sex—so much delicious sex—with the man. There should be no belly tightening.
He turned and handed her a mug of coffee, then dropped a kiss to her bare shoulder.
She shivered. How could one man be so devastating to her senses?
Quickly, she turned back to the frypan. She was in so much trouble. She was getting in deep, and a trickle of fear skated down her spine. She closed her eyes. Despite the fear, she wanted him. She’d wanted Rhys Norcross for a long time, and he was going above and beyond to keep her safe.
“You finished up with all the reasons why you can’t be with me?”
She turned to look at him. “Not yet.”
He smiled at her—slow and sexy.
“Go away.” She made a shooing motion with her hand. “And stop looking so sexy.”
Even his deep chuckle was sexy.
“Go