"Oh!" My face flushes. I briefly debate pushing the topic. I've been on the pill since I was fifteen—irregular cycles and all—and he knows it, but he wants to be responsible.
"Whoops." I shrug sheepishly and untangle my legs, albeit a little reluctantly. Rhys places me on the tiled floor of the shower. I don't want this to be over.
He shoves the door open. "Stay here," he orders, but before I can say anything, he disappears, dripping wet, into my bedroom, leaving footprints on the carpet.
I guess we’re done?
The water has turned almost cold, and I quickly turn the spray off. Stepping out, I reach for the towel on the rack to dry off when a low growl makes me halt. "What do you think you're doing?"
I turn and watch this sexy-as-hell guy stalk toward me. My eyes widen at the determination written across his features. Aiming straight for me, he finishes rolling on a condom, and I take him in in all his glory. Dear Lord. Another wave of heat hits me straight to the core.
A wicked grin spreads across his face, and as soon as he reaches me, I’m back in his arms. I yelp at the sudden loss of contact with the floor and cling to his broad shoulders.
Nose to nose, Rhys's tongue darts out, tracing the corner of my mouth. "Where were we?"
I moan at the sensation, all coherent thought escaping me. "I’m, um...not sure." My response is no more than a breathy whisper. Closing my eyes, I nip at his bottom lip, which makes him hum in approval.
Without another word, he attacks my mouth with his, moving hard against mine, forcing his way in. Despite the initial force, his tongue does the opposite. He caresses me with soft strokes until I lose all self-restraint. The pulse between my legs throbs, and I want him inside of me. Now.
I'm on fire, my heart beating so fast I can barely catch my breath. Still moving my lips in sync with his, I flex my arms and pull up enough to align myself with him. Before he can stop me this time, I let myself sink down on his dick, and a guttural groan comes from Rhys. "Shiiit. Cal..."
I have no idea what he was attempting to say, but I don't really care, either. I deepen the kiss as I move up and down his length, letting him stretch me from a whole different angle than the first time.
Rhys adjusts his grip, and his hands move to my ass. He pushes farther into me, and I cry into his mouth. "Oh, God. Yesss."
He is so deep, the ecstasy steadily building as he keeps driving into me. I let my lips trail down his neck, kissing and nipping along the way. As one thrust hits my cervix, I instinctively moan and bite down on his shoulder.
With a growl, Rhys flips us around so my back is against the cold, glass wall of the shower, and I cross my ankles behind his back, not wanting to fall.
"I got you, babe." His fingers knead my butt, and the friction against my clit makes every nerve ending inside of me come to life.
My breasts bounce with every thrust, and when Rhys tilts his head and captures my nipple with his mouth, I'm done for.
"Rhys...shit..." My orgasm is beginning to crest, and he pumps into me harder.
"Let go, babe. Come for me." His voice is muffled as he moves to my other breast.
I don't want it to end, but as Rhys gently tugs with his teeth on my pebbled nipple, I go over the edge. My vision clouds, and I clench around him. After only two more thrusts, I feel him shudder against me. "Fuuuck."
His mouth is back against my neck, and his incoherent mumbling makes me smile as I come down from a high I’ve never experienced before.
We stay like this until our breathing has returned to a normal pace. He blinks down at me with a lazy grin on his lips. "You are so fucking beautiful when you come."
I swat his arm, blushing, and slowly unwind my legs from behind his back. Rhys pulls out and lowers me down until my feet touch the ground. I'm glad I'm still leaning against the glass, because my legs barely support my weight. He cups the sides of my face, bending down. His warm breath is like a caress to my skin. "I love you, Cal."
I gaze up at his green eyes. "I love you, too."
He places a gentle kiss on my mouth. "We can do this. Together."
I don't respond.
Later,in my room, Rhys sits against the headboard of my bed, playing with the strands of my hair while I'm nestled into the crook of his arm. My arm and leg are draped over his body, and I relish the goosebumps his twirling of my hair causes. My new phone begins to vibrate on the nightstand, and a shot of adrenaline puts me on instant alert. I disentangle myself from him to check the caller ID, and when Den’s picture on the screen registers, my rapid pulse begins to calm.
I swipe to answer the call. "Hey, babe."
"Hi," she says hesitantly. "I just wanted to check in on you." Her tone is less than cheerful.
"I'm...okay." It's not a complete lie. I do feel better. Letting everything out in the shower has helped. Then, a mental image forms of what happened after, and my face heats. My thigh automatically pushes against Rhys's leg, and he chuckles, knowing exactly what just went on inside of my head. Yup, that definitely distracted me from the shit show at school today.