voice wavering the tiniest bit.
His gaze met hers quickly, his face
softening. “Don’t worry about that, Cat. I can take care of myself.”
She had no doubt of that. “But this
is my fault.”
Rhys’ hands moved to her nape and
pulled her closer until their noses touched. “Stop thinking that. This is
no-one’s fault, okay? Not yours; not mine. No-one’s! Right?”
Kaitlin nodded numbly.
His grip loosened and he let out a
weary sigh as he straightened. “I’m sorry, Cat. I just don’t want to lose you.”
Sighing, she wrapped her arms
around his waist and buried her face in his chest. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Long fingers threaded through the
strands of her blonde hair and she sighed at the gentle tug of her scalp with
each pull. Kaitlin loved having her hair played with. Her eyes closed in bliss
and a sound that was half sigh, half purr left her. Kaitlin let herself get
lost in the pleasure of his fingers in her hair, massaging her scalp.
“We have the suite to ourselves,
Cat,” he said huskily.
Her eyelids flickered open and she
moved back so she could see his face. “Is that all you think about?” She
teased.
“Whenever I’m around you, it is.” His
eyes were glowing and heavy lidded.
Her breath caught but then she
remembered the bounty.
“What about security? You gave them
all the night off.”
He smiled and ran the back of his
fingers down her bare arm causing her skin to erupt in goose bumps. “Brent is
here. He’ll sense any trouble headed our way. And I can take care of myself,
Cat, as can you and Brent.”
Kaitlin relaxed into his arms with
a small sigh. He was right. She liked how he believed in her abilities. It was
refreshing.
Twining their fingers together he
led her down the hall to a room she hadn't been in before: the master bedroom.
It was sumptuously decorated with
mushroom coloured walls with chocolate brown accessories. Her eyes were quickly
drawn to the huge four poster bed that took up a lot of the room. The bed posts
were carved with an intricate vine pattern that wound around each and along the
bed base. It was amazing.
“It’s quite something, isn’t it?”
She nodded dumbly.
Rhys stepped up behind her and she
turned her head slightly. His breath warmed her skin as he ran his nose down
her throat, scenting her skin. Kaitlin shivered in awareness. Large palms
gently landed on her waist, “Shall we try it out?”
Nodding, she twined their fingers
together and led him to the bed, where she promptly pushed him onto his back on
the mattress and straddled him.
His eyes glowed amber as he stared
up at her, his eyes running from the tip of her hair to the thighs straddling
him.
Raising her hands to grab the hem
of her top she pulled it up and over her head and dropped it to the floor. Then
she ran her hands from her throat down her chest to the top of her jeans. Rhys’
breath caught as his eyes followed the journey of her palms.
His hands settled on her thighs as
she leant forward and ran her hands down his sculpted chest. A low growl
vibrated in his chest on contact and she smiled slyly. Bending forward some
more she pressed her lips to his jaw and ran her tongue along its length, his
stubble scratching her tender skin and leaving a fiery brand behind.
Rhys’ hands moved up her waist,
stopping just below the curve of her breasts. His thumb lightly brushed the
underside swell before moving higher to her nipples which were hard and pebbled
with desire. Kaitlin moaned softly as she arched her back, pressing her breasts
into better contact with his palms. His hands massaged the twin globes and a
purr left her lips.
Almost involuntarily her hips began
to rock against his and before she knew it, Rhys had rolled them on the bed and
she found herself beneath him, her hands pinned to the bed above her head with
one of his. His eyes were almost glowing in intensity as he stared down at her.
It awakened something inside her
and after that it became a sensual
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