Relentless (30 page)

Letting his actions speak for him, he kissed her temple and tilted her face up to his. She watched him in silence for a moment, but her eyes drifted closed when he traced over the line of her brows with the pads of his fingers. He followed the dark wings over to one temple and down her high cheekbone, pausing a moment to savor the petal softness of her cheek against his palm before exploring her nose and lush lips. They parted at his touch and though it made his dick miraculously go hard as stone against her abdomen, he traced the same path with his mouth.

She turned into his kisses, angling her head so he could reach the point of her stubborn chin. Hovering a breath away from her lips, he stopped. Nev grabbed his head and brought his lips to hers with a quiet moan.

Her mouth quivered beneath the tender stroke of his tongue, parting to let him inside, one of her legs curling over his thigh to increase the contact between them. Rhys took his time with the kiss, searching out every tender spot, caressing her silky tongue before withdrawing to tease her full lower lip. She came back for more, sighing, wriggling to get closer.

Holding her head, he tipped it back and nuzzled the vulnerable place below her ear next to her jaw. More goose bumps broke out over her skin. Smiling, he pressed a kiss there and swept his tongue across it. She gasped and arched her neck back even further, baring her throat to his mouth. Taking full advantage, he licked and kissed and nibbled that smooth column of flesh until she moved restlessly against him, then traveled lower to her collarbones and finally to the upper swell of her beautiful breasts. He caressed her with his cheeks, careful not to touch the hardened nipples that begged for his attention.

“Kiss me there,” she said breathlessly, trying to push his head down.

In answer he bent and gently stroked one ripe nipple with his tongue. Neveah sucked in a sharp breath and bowed her back, and he did it again. And again. Then did the same to the other, until she whimpered. Sliding his hands beneath her back to support her spine, he finally opened his mouth and took her inside, sucking with slow, firm pressure.

“Ohhh,” she moaned, fingers curling into his scalp.

So sensitive, he thought as he lingered there, tugging with his lips and rubbing his tongue over her. The muscles along her spine flexed as she lifted for him, begging for more. He switched to the other nipple, lavishing the same attention there and turning so she rolled beneath him. He was careful to keep most of his weight off and not crowd her but immediately her legs came up to wrap around his hips. His aching cock pressed against the damp heat between her thighs. They both moaned. He moved against her in a full body caress, unable to resist, but then stopped despite her whimper of disappointment.

This time he was going to make damn good and sure he gave her all the pleasure she could handle before sliding into her body. He needed to prove she could trust him to see to her needs first. Above all, Rhys wanted her to know she was safe with him, and that he would always take care of her. He needed her to believe that more than he needed air to breathe.

Still suckling her nipple tenderly, he balanced his weight on one elbow and let his other hand wander down her fragile ribcage to her flat stomach. Nev squirmed beneath him, breathing faster as he ringed the delicate indentation of her navel and trailed lower over all that smooth skin to the line of dark pubic hair. The musky-sweet scent of her arousal hit him, making him dizzy. Damn, he wanted his head between her thighs, but it was too soon. He wanted her panting and half blind before putting his mouth to her. His fingers whispered over her mound and over her inner thigh, deliberately avoiding the needy flesh between. He could smell how wet she was, and his mouth watered.

She rotated her hips, lifting until the damp folds of her sex kissed his abdomen. Against the heavenly softness of her breast, he closed his eyes and fought back the dark tide of sexual need rising within him.

He caressed the curve of her inner thigh, down to her knee and back up, switching sides, growling when he finally touched wetness. She was already drenched for him, more than ready for him to touch her there. Softening the pull of his mouth, he slid the tips of his fingers over her slick folds. Exploring tenderly. Neveah kicked her head back and bit her lower lip, stifling a moan. He released her tender nipple and raised his head so he could see her expression while he touched her. The breath stuck in his throat.

Her eyes were half closed, locked on his and full of such intense heat he could only stare. As he caressed between her slippery folds her eyes closed completely, and her lips parted on a soundless cry of pleasure.

Hell yeah, honey. Show me how good it feels
.

God, she was so warm and smooth down there. He slid one finger into her. Slowly. Hooked it upward. She arched with a sharp gasp. He rubbed inside the slick heat of her body for a moment before withdrawing, swallowing her cry of protest with his mouth and stealing back inside. In and out, in and out. He teased her for a few minutes before pulling out to glide up over her swollen clitoris.

“Rhys,” she cried, reaching for him.

“Right here,” he answered, giving her more of his weight and bending to kiss her tightly clenched lids. “You feel so good, Nev. Melting around my fingers.”

“Oh, God... ”

He smiled against her cheek and fine-tuned his touch, circling and pressing, watching her face so he knew exactly what she liked best. Then he repeated it over and over, lowering his head to suck one glistening nipple into his mouth. She moaned and writhed in his arms. He loved every second of it, but he wanted more. He needed to taste her, to feel her wild response against his mouth. Holding back a groan, he slid down her body.

Her eyes flew open. “Don't,” she gasped, reaching for him again.

She thought he was stopping. He wasn't. Far, far from it. “ ‘S all right, little one.”

When she realized where he was headed, she lay back down and took a shuddering breath. Rhys paused at her navel to dip his tongue inside. The muscles in her belly jumped beneath his lips. His cock pulsed in agony. He ignored it and kissed the top of her mound, drinking in her lush scent. He licked his lips in anticipation.

Sliding one arm beneath the small of her back, he caressed her with his palm in a gesture of reassurance and lowered his head. With as much tenderness as he could give her, he opened his mouth and kissed her soft folds, then let her feel the slow sweep of her tongue over her most sensitive flesh. Her hips jerked up, demanding more.

“Oh, Rhys... ”

Mmm, yeah. More.

He licked her carefully, making sure to touch all her sensitive places before focusing on her engorged clit. He stroked softly, slowly, relishing her broken cries. When her hands clutched his head, he closed his lips around the hard bud, sucking gently, flicking his tongue against it tenderly. She whimpered and threw her head back, digging her short nails into his shoulders.

After a minute he slid two fingers into her, rubbing against the upper wall of flesh as he slid in and out, savoring the feel and taste of her, enjoying those incredibly sexy moans coming out of her. Close now. He could feel it in the tremor of her muscles and the way her body clenched his fingers. Damn, he could do this forever.

“Wait,” she gasped.

He glanced up in surprise. Was she serious?

“Rhys, stop.” Her voice was breathy and her eyes were glazed. Completely at odds with her request.

He backed off reluctantly, fighting the need to go back down on her. “Why?”

Her fingers swept over his hot cheek, her lithe body trembling beneath him. “I want you to be inside me when I come.”

Oh, Christ. He almost came all over the sheets at the thought of being buried inside her again, bareback.

“Come up here.” Nev held her arms out to him, face soft with pleasure.

He hesitated. He wanted to. God, he was dying to crawl up and plunge into her. But he'd already taken her too hard, too fast. He was too big and rough for her, and knowing how turned on he was right now, he wasn't sure he'd be able to keep control of his baser need to thrust deep and hard until he exploded. So no, being on top wasn't going to be an option.

If this was going to work, he'd have to let her do it. And to do that, he'd have to fight his control-freak, dominant nature and hand over the reins.

The thought almost paralyzed him. He'd never given anyone that kind of control over him before. Just thinking about it filled him with unreasoning dread. Making himself that vulnerable to someone wasn't something he was even remotely comfortable with, though he trusted her implicitly. That wasn't the issue.

He struggled to unfreeze his lungs. He wasn't good with words, so he didn't even try to articulate what was happening inside him. Did she have any idea how hard this was for him?

“What's wrong?”

The gentle concern in her voice unfroze him. “Nothing.” He could do this for her. He
would
do this for her. It was time for him to shove his stupid goddamn baggage out of the way and let her in. All the way in, nothing held back.

Resolved, he slid to the side and stretched out on his back. Her eyes moved over every inch of his body with hungry admiration, then came back to his. And stayed there.

“You don't want to be on top?”

“No.” He did. He really did, but couldn't take the risk of losing it and inadvertently hurting her again. Besides, this was his way of showing her how much he trusted her, and proving to both of them he could be trusted in return. His hand swept over the curve of her cheek. “C'mere and kiss me.” He needed to get out of his head.

With a seductive smile she crawled up his body and straddled him, taking his face between her palms before leaning down to kiss him. Rhys sighed and opened to her teasing tongue, letting the sensations dim the panic bubbling up in his chest.

“Love you,” she whispered, raining kisses over his face.

God
. Rhys wound his hands into her thick hair, drinking in her tender affection, shaken by how much the words affected him. He'd never felt like this before. Never let himself need before. Until now, with Neveah. What the hell was he supposed to do with it all?

She kissed and caressed him, her amazingly gentle hands flowing over his shoulders and arms, a soft hum of approval coming out of her as she studied him. He moved into her touch, his body craving it as much as his heart, and waited while she explored him. Her cheek rubbed against his pecs and over his ribs while her hands roamed lower, down the clenched muscles in his abdomen.

“Look at you,” she breathed in wonder. “You're so beautiful, Rhys.”

He looked down himself and met her eyes, full of stark hunger, and struggled to breathe. Words escaped him.

Neveah turned her attention back to his body, scooting lower so she could see the swollen, aching erection pulsing against his belly. Her hands slid over his thighs. His quads twitched beneath her trailing fingers.
Hold on
, he cautioned himself.
You can do this.
But damn, she was killing him by not touching his cock.

Her long, dark hair brushed over his thighs and between them, making him quiver. Those soft hands caressed up the inside of his thighs and over his hipbones, framing his cock as it bobbed hopefully under her stare. Then she closed one fist around him, and he couldn't think at all.

His head dropped back on a quick intake of breath. Staring at the ceiling, he fought to hold on while she pumped him, sliding up and down in a torturous rhythm. He clenched his fingers around the sheet beneath him. But when she bent to kiss the swollen head of him he glanced down, and nearly lost it when her pink tongue darted out and licked the shiny drop that had formed at the tip.

Biting back a curse, he brought his hands beneath his head and clenched his fingers together, afraid he'd do something awful like grab her head and force it down on him. He gripped so hard his bones ached.

“I want to make you feel good,” she said, rubbing her satiny cheek against him. His hips arched helplessly, his body completely at her mercy. Then her lips opened over him and she took him inside her mouth for that first luxurious suckle.

Shit, oh, shit, he wasn't going to be able to stand it—

She sucked gently, swirling her tongue around him.

He clenched his teeth together to hold back a raw moan.

With a low murmur, Nev took him deeper still. Then her fingers brushed down between his thighs and gently caressed his balls.

“Christ,” he barked, unable to stop the word from flying out of his mouth.

She paused, and he almost begged for mercy. “Rhys?”

He struggled to look at her.

“Do you want to come in me, or my mouth?”

Fuck! His cock pulsed, right on the verge of coming. His muscles quivered as he fought it. After a few deep breaths, he was able to unclamp his jaw and respond. “Whatever you want.” It sounded like he'd swallowed a load of gravel, his voice was so rough.

She didn't hesitate. Immediately she straddled him, reaching down to wrap her fist around him and hold him up. His stare riveted on the glistening pink flesh between her open thighs, poised above his cock.

She sank down, bringing him to her entrance, and he held his breath. He twisted his fingers together, almost bending the bones, and lifted his hips. Not as far or as hard as he wanted, but enough to slide the thick head into her wet heat. They both groaned. She eased down further with a sigh, then back up, slowly accustoming her body to his. Her breaths were uneven as she finally sank down all the way, taking him right to the pubic bone. His whole body broke out in a sweat.

“Nev,” he croaked.

“Shh,” she whispered, and began riding him.

Feeling like he was dying, Rhys could only watch, spellbound as she rose up and down the length of him, her perfect breasts bobbing with the motion. She let out a blissful moan and closed her eyes, her head falling back until her hair brushed the tops of his thighs. Mother of Christ she was stunning like this, swaying above him in total abandonment. Even better than he'd imagined.