The Christmas Playbook (Shadow Valley U)

Chapter 14 The door shuts behind Rhys, and silence fills the cabin. My skin is still warm from his touch, my lips swollen from kissing. There's an ache between my legs, and there's only one way that'll go away. "What are you thinking?" Rhys stands against the locked door with a spark in his eyes that makes me feel nothing less than desirable. This is starting to feel real. He takes a step forward, and my inner thoughts filled with a warning fade. Real or fake, I want this. I repeat his question. "What are you thinking?" A sexy smirk takes over his face.

"I'm thinking that all I want for Christmas is you." "So, you want to unwrap me?" I tease. I take a step backward. Rhys hitches an eyebrow as he watches me move out of his reach. "I want to unravel you, Mira." I gulp. The mirth that is usually present in Rhys's gaze is gone. Nine times out of ten, there's a hint of humor lingering in his tone, but that's gone, too. Rhys looks ready to devour me, and suddenly, I have second thoughts. Is this a good idea? He's my fake boyfriend.

I all but forced him into a sham of a relationship, and now I'm excited about his fleeting touches, wishing they'd linger a little longer. Hell, I even had the thought to force us into another outing with my family just so I can play make-believe again. That's how I know I have it bad. Wanting to be around my family just so I can be around him? Insane. Rhys hums, pulling my attention back to him. "Where's my naughty little Mira hiding?" He erases some of the space I've put between us. "You seem bashful all of a sudden." I fidget and avert my gaze.

"I'm not being bashful." When I glance back to him, he squints. His head tilts to the side. He takes another step closer and my stomach flips. It was all fun and games earlier, but now my head is starting to catch on to what's happening between us. As I'm bouncing back and forth with thoughts, Rhys somehow ends up right in front of me. His scent engulfs my senses, dizzying me. My breath hitches when his finger gracefully touches my chin, lifting my face to peer at him. "I can't decide what version of you I like best," he whispers. I swallow.

"What do you mean?" A chill races down my arms with the brushing of his thumb against my swollen bottom lip. "The fun, flirty version of you when you're teasing me..." Rhys's hooded eyes move back and forth between mine. "Or this version... the one where your cheeks turn a bright pink when I look at your lips, because you know I want them on mine. Or how you keep nervously looking away because you realize you're starting to like the way I stare at you from across the room." I open my mouth to deny his claims, but as soon as I try, he cuts me off with a deep, moan-eliciting kiss. Shit.

Rhys's tongue moves over mine with purpose. He grips me beneath my butt and hauls me into his arms. We kiss until he lays me back on the bed. A shaky breath climbs from my lungs with him towering over me. "Mmm." He shakes his head. "I know what version I like best." My jeans begin to slip down my legs with his gentle pulls. "What version?" I ask quietly, my voice raspy. Rhys's fingers slowly creep up my thighs, and I tingle everywhere. The moment he hooks his thumbs under my panties and steals them, I'm practically panting.

"The one where you beg." An argument is on the end of my lips, but it disappears altogether when his tongue swipes against my pussy. "Oh my God." My head tips backward from the blissful amount of pleasure coursing through my body. I was so worked up earlier, before we were interrupted, that I'm already seconds from an orgasm. I spread my legs wider to give him easier access. This content belongs to FindNovel.net "More," I moan. I tremble when he starts to use his fingers and mouth. He leans back for a second, and I pout. "Let me hear you beg, Mira." Never.

His head disappears between my legs again, and he places soft kisses to my inner thigh. My eyes clench shut when he pushes his finger into me-slow, tiny thrusts that do nothing but make me embarrassingly needy. I'm in a frenzy. I grip the sheets. Arch my back. Oh, to hell with it. I break. "Please, Rhys," I whine. "I need..." He nips my pussy with his teeth, and I lose my train of thought. I feel his lips curl into a smile on my leg. "What do you need, baby?" Without hesitation, I answer, "You. I need you." I quickly sit up and grip his shirt.

Our eyes catch for a second before he's shedding his clothes. I do the same with my shirt and bra, tossing them both to the floor. I sigh with relief when he centers himself between my legs. Heat covers me from head to toe when he pushes inside. God, yes. My hair fans all around me when I fall gracefully back to the bed. Rhys kisses me deeply, his tongue languid over mine with hot strokes while he tilts his hips. I shake in his grip, quiet moans and whimpers filling our quiet cabin. "God, you feel amazing," he groans.

Moving my neck to the side, Rhys places his mouth there and sucks on the delicate skin. My insides coil with desire, my toes tingling with pleasure. "Fuck," An orgasm rips through me out of nowhere. Rhys pulls back and stares down at me, his thrusts growing stronger and faster. "Tell me you're on birth control, Mira." His voice is strained and beyond hot. Through the ride of my orgasm, I manage a nod. "Thank fuck," he says. Rhys pushes into me even deeper, and I watch in awe when his head tips backward from pleasure. His jaw slacks, and his muscles tighten.

One more thrust and he freezes with his dick so far in me I feel him everywhere. Holy shit. Our breathing is labored, and there's a glistening sheen on both of our bodies. As soon as Rhys comes back down to earth, he glances at his cock still buried between my legs. He flicks his gaze to mine, and my heart comes to a stop. A smirk curves onto his flushed face. "I'm fucking you in the hot tub next," he says. I don't even have it in me to argue, because yes, please.