“Which is?”
As soon as the words left his mouth, she rose up and placed her lips on his. Lily wasn’t sure where such daring came from. Perhaps it was standing in her bra and panties after allowing him to see the ugliness of her body. Perhaps it was how gently he ran his fingers over her scars, causing her eyes to fill with tears. Because how could anyone look at or touch her and feel passion?
Perhaps it was because he showed her his tat.
Regardless, she wanted another kiss, and she wasn’t going to let the night end without it.
Lily began to pull away when Rhys wrapped an arm around her, bringing her close. He rested his forehead against hers while he let his fingers trail lightly down her arm.
“I’ve been craving that all night,” he whispered.
Chills raced over Lily’s skin. She slid her arms around his neck, shivering when his caress traced down her side to her hip and around to her buttocks. Her breath was coming rapidly, her body heating from the need coiling within her. She sucked in a breath when he cupped her ass and pulled her against the hardness of his arousal.
Rhys’s other hand shifted upward, delving into her hair. “Doona tease, sweet Lily.”
Lily realized then that he was letting her take the lead. A man who was always in charge was giving her the reins. She knew it was because of her past, but that didn’t matter. The simple fact that he was thinking of her when no one else had made her breath catch.
Rhys was able to reach into her very soul in one instant and repair the years of damage Dennis had wrought. If there was any doubt in her mind that Rhys was unique and exceptional, it was gone now.
She looked into his eyes. Her heart thumped, her blood hammered in her ears. The desire was no longer hidden in his gaze. It shone bright for all to see. This was her moment, her shining instant when her wish to have Rhys was granted.
Lily lifted her mouth to his, but it wasn’t for the chaste kiss from a moment ago. All of her desire, all of her longing … all of her yearning was poured into the kiss.
And Rhys’s answering moan was all it took to spur her onward.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Rhys knew it was a mistake kissing Lily again, but it didn’t matter how many times he told himself that, he still couldn’t leave. She was in his blood, in his psyche. She roamed through his dreams, teasing and tantalizing him with her seductive black eyes and hair.
Her first kiss had been a meeting of lips. The second time had been full of longing and passion. The third time she kissed him, he was unprepared for the force of it. The kiss was fiery, fierce, sensual, and altogether carnal.
His cock ached to be inside her, to fill her again and again until she was limp from the pleasure. He wanted the world to know she was his. The very fact that someone like Lily was with him made his throat tighten with emotion. She knew what kind of man he was, and she still opened herself to him.
Rhys rocked her against his arousal once more and heard her throaty moan. It made his rod jump in anticipation. He pulled her tighter, loving the feel of her warm skin against his. Her hands roamed over his shoulders and back the more their kiss sizzled and burned.
With a small movement, Rhys undid her bra, the straps loosening on her shoulders. She ended the kiss, a grin upon her lips as she leaned back to remove the garment. Rhys’s mouth went dry as he stared at her breasts. They were full and round, her dusky pink nipples already hard.
Rhys cupped both breasts and watched as Lily’s eyes slid closed on a soft sigh. That sigh turned into a moan when he ran his thumbs over her nipples. Her nails dug into his arms and her head dropped back, exposing the long curve of her neck.
Unable to resist, he leaned forward and kissed along her neck as he massaged her lovely breasts. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted all of her bared so he could put every inch of her to memory.
It was Lily who stepped out of his arms. Her lids opened to show her dark eyes were dilated, her breathing heavy. The curve of her lip was seductive, alluring as she turned and walked to the door of the bedroom. There she paused and shimmied her panties over her hips and down her legs. She stepped out of the red satin and disappeared into the bedroom.
Rhys removed his shoes and socks before he stood. As he followed her, he unbuttoned his pants. At the doorway, he stopped and looked inside to see her standing at the floor-to-ceiling window with her back to him.
“You’ve no idea how beautiful you are,” he said as he removed his pants and came up behind her.
She leaned back against him, her palms on the window. “My body is on fire, and yet the glass is cool.”