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bathroom.
“And it serves you right, Rhys. If I’m gonna suffer, seems only fair you do, too.” She grabbed her toothbrush, fisting it with renewed frustration.
Oh, like that pansy-ass could have satisfied you, anyway. You would’ve walked away more keyed up than you are right fucking now.
She snorted as she snatched up the toothpaste. “Riiight. Like you’d actually know what would satisfy me.”
Bet I could do a better job than that douche.
So intent on the sensation of his male ego rearing its exasperating head, Addison almost missed the tone of sincerity lacing his claim. And then she found herself wishing she had missed the undercurrent of determination; the one only a man could feel when answering the call of a gauntlet being thrown down before him.
“Oh, shut up, Rhys. I’m not in the mood to put up with you right now.” I always loved a good challenge in life, Rhys murmured, settling to the back of her mind as he partially blocked her.
Not knowing exactly what he meant by that, Addison ignored him as she got ready for bed.
But she could sense his busy thoughts. And whatever he was thinking about raised a red flag in her mind. If she were to guess, she’d say he was clearly focused on a particular problem, tumbling it over and over, examining it from different angles. His concentration was fierce, his purpose clear; whatever he saw as an issue was going to be solved. But what?
As she pulled the covers back and slid beneath them, she decided she didn’t want to know.
With Rhys, it was usually safer not knowing.
Her last thoughts before drifting to sleep were of their conversation. His last words whispered through her head: I always loved a good challenge in life.
It seemed that inclination hadn’t changed in his death.
Chapter Ten
Addison shifted restlessly in between the sheets as the first fleeting images flickered through her sleep-ladened mind. The second round had her sighing a purr of unrestrained, budding arousal, and the third had a quiver permanently setting up shop in her already-cinched belly.
It was Rhys she had seen, leaning over her, murmuring in her ear. She couldn’t quite make out what he was saying and tipped her head towards him. That was when she felt his breath, his fingers tangling in her hair to pull her head back, baring her neck for his soft lips. They caressed her throat, causing a shiver to shudder through her, and she lost herself to the sensation.
It felt incredible.
Her own guttural moan roused her, her eyes fluttering before closing again. The image wavered with her brief awakening, and then settled. His hands were on her…
Wait, her hands…
The image flashed again as she blinked, tried to focus, and gave up.
No… his hands.
Addison had a brief moment of clarity as her mind struggled to awaken, aware of Rhys like never before. Something mystical flowed between them, strengthening their connection, solidifying their link. It was almost as if she could physically feel him.
Hold up…she could.
Strong, nimble fingers dragged across her collarbone, her breath catching as they weaved a trail between her breasts, down her stomach.
Every muscle in her body jolted and she jerked upright, eyes popping open and her hands darting to her belly. There was nothing, she felt…nothing. Her eyes adjusted to the gloom, and then she looked down, next to her, across the room…
Nothing.
Forcing her body to relax, she let her head fall back. She still felt the odd sensation humming through her body; a tingle of slow seduction with a quick bite of lust. But it wasn’t as strong as before.
At least, not until she closed her eyes again.
She writhed in place as the images slammed to the forefront again, and then the touch of his fingers pressing into her skin, his teeth nibbling where her neck met her shoulder.
“Rhys…what…” Coherent thought was beyond her, and so, apparently, were words.
Shhh… Just relax, baby.
“You’re doing this,” she said with
“And it serves you right, Rhys. If I’m gonna suffer, seems only fair you do, too.” She grabbed her toothbrush, fisting it with renewed frustration.
Oh, like that pansy-ass could have satisfied you, anyway. You would’ve walked away more keyed up than you are right fucking now.
She snorted as she snatched up the toothpaste. “Riiight. Like you’d actually know what would satisfy me.”
Bet I could do a better job than that douche.
So intent on the sensation of his male ego rearing its exasperating head, Addison almost missed the tone of sincerity lacing his claim. And then she found herself wishing she had missed the undercurrent of determination; the one only a man could feel when answering the call of a gauntlet being thrown down before him.
“Oh, shut up, Rhys. I’m not in the mood to put up with you right now.” I always loved a good challenge in life, Rhys murmured, settling to the back of her mind as he partially blocked her.
Not knowing exactly what he meant by that, Addison ignored him as she got ready for bed.
But she could sense his busy thoughts. And whatever he was thinking about raised a red flag in her mind. If she were to guess, she’d say he was clearly focused on a particular problem, tumbling it over and over, examining it from different angles. His concentration was fierce, his purpose clear; whatever he saw as an issue was going to be solved. But what?
As she pulled the covers back and slid beneath them, she decided she didn’t want to know.
With Rhys, it was usually safer not knowing.
Her last thoughts before drifting to sleep were of their conversation. His last words whispered through her head: I always loved a good challenge in life.
It seemed that inclination hadn’t changed in his death.
Chapter Ten
Addison shifted restlessly in between the sheets as the first fleeting images flickered through her sleep-ladened mind. The second round had her sighing a purr of unrestrained, budding arousal, and the third had a quiver permanently setting up shop in her already-cinched belly.
It was Rhys she had seen, leaning over her, murmuring in her ear. She couldn’t quite make out what he was saying and tipped her head towards him. That was when she felt his breath, his fingers tangling in her hair to pull her head back, baring her neck for his soft lips. They caressed her throat, causing a shiver to shudder through her, and she lost herself to the sensation.
It felt incredible.
Her own guttural moan roused her, her eyes fluttering before closing again. The image wavered with her brief awakening, and then settled. His hands were on her…
Wait, her hands…
The image flashed again as she blinked, tried to focus, and gave up.
No… his hands.
Addison had a brief moment of clarity as her mind struggled to awaken, aware of Rhys like never before. Something mystical flowed between them, strengthening their connection, solidifying their link. It was almost as if she could physically feel him.
Hold up…she could.
Strong, nimble fingers dragged across her collarbone, her breath catching as they weaved a trail between her breasts, down her stomach.
Every muscle in her body jolted and she jerked upright, eyes popping open and her hands darting to her belly. There was nothing, she felt…nothing. Her eyes adjusted to the gloom, and then she looked down, next to her, across the room…
Nothing.
Forcing her body to relax, she let her head fall back. She still felt the odd sensation humming through her body; a tingle of slow seduction with a quick bite of lust. But it wasn’t as strong as before.
At least, not until she closed her eyes again.
She writhed in place as the images slammed to the forefront again, and then the touch of his fingers pressing into her skin, his teeth nibbling where her neck met her shoulder.
“Rhys…what…” Coherent thought was beyond her, and so, apparently, were words.
Shhh… Just relax, baby.
“You’re doing this,” she said with
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