He pushed to his feet and stepped right between her knees. The distance was another pressure point. He was so close, but stayed just far enough away not to crowd her, a temptation she could reach out and take if she wanted.
And she wanted. Wanted so bad her chest heaved with panted breaths.
“I’ll go slow, little cat. You spied on me. You know how big my cock is. Are you imagining how good I’ll feel stretching you wide? Because I can’t stop thinking about how tight you’ll be wrapped around me, how you’re going to scream when I give you every fucking inch.”
He’d switched from what he would do to what he planned to do. That sure confidence danced along her nerves, but she didn’t back away. She wanted him. More than just his words and his looks. She wanted everything he had to offer, and he’d give it all the moment she’d allow it.
Sage rubbed herself, eyebrows shooting together as heat and pleasure and pure fucking bliss lit up every nerve in her body. She let her eyes fall closed and arched against the chair, her other hand coming up to cup her breast. She imagined it was Rhys’s hand plucking at her nipple, his fingers stroking her clit.
“Look at me.”
Sage opened her eyes. Silver stared back at her. Hot, hungry silver of a lion powerful enough to take anything he wanted. Right then, the bulge in his jeans, the pant of his breath, he wanted her.
And he stayed away, just as he promised.
Her hands shook. Powerful lion. Hers to command.
“I wish you could see what I see,” he growled. “Cheeks flushed, lids at half mast. You look like a goddess, Sage. A gorgeous, fuckable goddess. I’d give my life to get a taste of you. I’d sell my soul to slide deep into your hot, wet pussy.” He squeezed himself through his jeans.
Her hand faltered, and he clucked his tongue. “Don’t stop. I want to watch you come.”
A whimper pushed out of her lips as she chased her release, but it wasn’t enough. She needed something else. Something more. More of him.
“I want…”
He passed a hand down her arm, hovering close enough to feel the heat but not break his promise of hands off. “What do you want?”
“I want to watch. You.”
One corner of his mouth hitched up. The devilish smirk sent a shiver down her spine.
“You want to watch me?” He asked, stepping away. Two more brought him to the couch. Even that was a tease. He sprawled, knees wide, arms thrown over the back. Eyes locked on her, he ordered, “Tell me what you want to watch.”
“You,” she breathed. She caught her teeth between her lip as a tremor passed through her body. She rubbed another circle before sliding a finger into her core. “I want to watch you get off on watching me.”
He let off a growl, then reached over his shoulder and hauled his shirt over his head. Sage dropped her eyes to take him in under proper lighting. Tanned skin, abs for days, muscles under every inch of his skin. He called her a goddess? He must have been born to some god high on a mountain before coming down to live among mere mortals like herself.
He worked open his jeans and shoved them down. Commando. Again. His cock jutted out from his body, even more impressive than she remembered. He grabbed himself firmly, pumping down his length as he kicked his jeans from his ankles. “This what you wanted to see?”
Sweet skies above, it was even better than she’d imagined.
Cords stood out on his neck as he let his head fall back. His eyes stayed open and utterly focused on her even as his hand slid down his length, then stroked back up. A tiny droplet of precum moistened his tip; a swipe of his thumb on his next stroke worked it over his silky skin and down his shaft.
“You like what you do to me?” he asked in a thick voice. His tongue darted out and dragged over his lips. “You like seeing how hard you make me?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
Pressure built in her middle. This was so wrong. So dirty. So damned intimate, even with the feet between them. She almost, almost, wanted to hold herself off just to stretch the moment out even longer.
But there’d be more. There could be even hotter, even dirtier, moments. She could feel him moving inside her, holding her close, whispering all those damn delicious words right in her ear.
“Sage,” Rhys groaned. His strokes turned furious. “Come with me. I won’t be the only one to finish. That’s the rule. That will always be the rule. I need you to feel good, little cat.”
Then she was there. Her toes curled as her back arched. Pleasure shot through her body and she slammed her thighs closed just to keep it going for a second more.
Her eyes never left Rhys.
He bit down on his lip, but that did nothing to hold back the rumbling growl that left his lungs. His breath froze, then exhaled in a sudden burst as he painted his stomach with his release.
Breathing hard, he pushed to his feet and disappeared down the hall. She heard water running for a second, then he strode back into her living room as if it didn’t matter neither of them wore a stitch of clothing.
His pointer finger caught her chin and turned her face upwards. He dipped down and pressed his lips to hers, then just as quickly stepped away. “You better believe me now when I say you’re a powerful lioness.”
Sage caught her lip between her teeth. For the first time in a long, long while, she let herself believe.
Chapter 19
Rhys gave his horse a final scratch
