“Why?” she demanded.
At her loud tone, he tilted his head, giving her a hard look. There were some things he was okay with. Her snarky tone. Her sass. Her challenging him to make things better here at the restaurant for the employees. But something about her tone grated on him and that he would never allow.
“Because I fucking said so. That’s why. You’re off the schedule because I want us to spend some time together. I want to get to know you outside of the restaurant. We’ve spent more time together here at work than anywhere else, and that doesn’t work for me. There’s an art festival in town this weekend and I want us to go. Trust me, it’ll be fun.”
For a moment, even Rhys questioned who this stranger was. Art festivals? Spending an entire weekend getting to know his woman? But that thought quickly left his head. Hyacinth was worth it. And, if he were going to build something with her, he needed her to know there was more to him than owning a restaurant and bashing people’s heads in. As the look on her face shifted from indignation to joy, he breathed a sigh of relief.
“Does that mean you’re taking the weekend off as well?”
He nodded. “It does. The next two days will be for just the two of us. Tonight, we’ll go to your apartment, grab enough clothes for you to stay with me, then we’ll head to my place, where you’ll be all mine.”
She smiled before taking a step closer to him. “I’d like that a lot.” Standing on her toes, she pressed her lips to his. Deepening their connection, he wrapped one arm around her waist to pull her closer.
Rhys knew time was running out for him. It would take every ounce of energy and a healthy dose of charm to keep Hyacinth by his side. He would do whatever it took to convince her they belonged together, starting with this weekend.
Nothing would get in his way.
Chapter 13
Hyacinth woke to the feeling of Rhys sucking her clit into his mouth. He greeted the fleshy nub with a welcoming tongue and soft lips. “Oh, fuck. That feels so damn good.” She reached down to grab the thick strands of his hair. Her fingers grabbed tight and pulled him closer. Her legs widened as he pressed closer, his tongue delving inside her body to taste her cream. Rhys lifted her legs to open her even more before bending her knees over his shoulder. By now, he was familiar with every nook and crevice of her body, both inside and out. But there was something about her waking up to him pleasuring her this way that took things to a whole new level.
It wasn’t a surprise to find him face down in between her legs this morning. When they returned to his house last night after closing the restaurant, he’d taken her twice before they got inside the bedroom. He took her again in the shower before they got into bed.
He must have been feeling generous last night, because he let her go to sleep without much fuss. Not to say that he didn’t make sure she was naked and ready for him, just in case he needed her.
Which is why feeling him lick and suck her awake put a smile on her face. Her pussy was slick with her juices and ready for him to do whatever he wanted. Fuck, she loved this man. At that thought, she tensed. Her eyes opened in shock at the realization. Rhys must not have noticed, since he kept doing magic with his mouth. A smile came over her face as she settled into the thought. Yeah, she loved Rhys Mannetti and finally admitting how she felt about him felt so good.
Rhys latched onto her clit and sucked with the full intention of helping her lose her mind. The moans he released vibrated against her, sending tingles along her spine, causing her toes to curl and her hips to jerk up. When she felt him insert two fingers inside her channel, she gasped. Her moans became louder. He curled his fingers, stroking against the spot that made her speak in tongues and call out to the heavens for mercy and grace. She couldn’t stop her body from twisting and squirming. It was not enough and too much at the same time.
The man was insatiable, but she loved every fucking second of it. To be wanted so strongly was all she’d ever wished for. “Oh, Rhys,” she yelled as her orgasm crashed over her. Chest heaving, she felt him move her legs from his shoulders and lift his face from her.
“You ready for me now?”
Hyacinth couldn’t help but smile as she propped up on her elbows. “Always.”
Rhys moved like a lion as he crawled on the bed, his dick hanging thick and heavy in front of him. He sat down on the bed with his back pressed against the headboard. “Come to me, baby. This morning, I want you to take what’s yours. Ride daddy.”
When he said shit like that, Hyacinth got hot and needy. She shifted her body and placed her legs on either side of him as she lowered herself onto his thick shaft. His hands grabbed her ass, and she heard his low groan as her warmth encased him. Leaning forward, her lips found his. She didn’t care about morning breath. Hell, the man had just eaten her pussy for breakfast. If that didn’t mean he was a keeper, she didn’t know what did. As soon as she was fully seated, he thrust up.
“I said take it, baby. Don’t fuck around, Cin. I need you to fuck me. I want to feel you explode all over my dick. Now, give me what the fuck I want,” he snapped before he used one hand to smack the fleshy part of her ass.
“Shit, Rhys.” Hyacinth felt a gush of wetness glide down his thick member as he filled her slick channel.
“You liked that, huh? Because you’re squeezing the fuck outta my dick. Want me to do it again?” He leaned forward and bit her bottom lip, dragging it into his mouth while using his tongue to lick against the flesh.
“Wait. Slow down,” she tried to speak, but was overcome from all the sensations flowing through her. “You said this was my show. I don’t want to come yet.”
He released her lips. “Sweetheart, making you cream all over me is the goal. All weekend, my dick will be inside you. My cum will fill you so much, it’ll drip down your leg. Your body will become addicted to my touch. You’ll crave me just as much as I desire you. Now, no more bullshit. Give me what I need, baby.”
Her hips rose, pulling a moan from the man beneath her. Twirling her hips, she held the tip in her body before slamming back down.
“Hyacinth,” he mumbled, eyes closed. “Fuck, sweetheart. Yeah, just like that.”
As she rode him, she got lost in her emotions. The feelings she had for him made everything better. She wanted to take it slowly, but there was no way she could stop. He was an addiction. There was nothing that would stop her from taking what he offered. Rhys said it was hers, that she could do with him what she wanted. She felt him grab her behind the neck, bringing her forehead to his.
“Open your eyes, sweetheart. Look at me,” he growled.
She hadn’t even realized her eyes had been closed. Hyacinth was drowning in ecstasy. The feeling was overwhelming, but she wouldn’t change for anything.