Page 15 of The Yeah Baby Series: Vol 3

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Macy

Walkingthrough the door of Rhys’s house after a long day at work, my eyes scanned the surroundings which had quickly become familiar over the past week or so. The spacious living room was decorated with brown leather furniture and forest green accents. The chef’s kitchen had gleaming stainless steel appliances, limestone flooring, dark mocha cabinets, and marble countertops. Being in Rhys’s space felt like coming home, a sensation which was new for me since my crappy apartment was nothing more than a crash pad. Our houses were on opposite ends of the spectrum, but it wasn’t the luxuriousness of his furnishings that made it feel like home. It was the man following directly behind me, his hands full of carryout bags from an Italian place I’d never had the chance to try before.

My feelings for Rhys were utterly unexpected, but in the very best way. He wasn’t just the hottie I’d given my V-card to, not that I didn’t appreciate how gorgeous he was or how amazing he made me feel when we slept together. He was the incredibly considerate man I’d somehow fallen in love with. As scary as it was and as crazy as it sounded, Rhys Campbell had become home to me. With the way he looked at me, how he touched me, his casual mentions of the future—I was pretty sure he loved me, too.

Case in point, the huge bouquet of flowers in the middle of the table where he was laying out dinner. I’d barely mentioned how much I loved tulips when we’d been watching a travel show about Holland on television the other day. When Rhys had come to pick me up and take me to work the next afternoon, he’d tried hiding the flowers behind his back. But, they’d been too big to hide and he’d had to drop them to the ground when I’d caught sight of them and threw myself into his arms. It was the first time I’d ever received flowers from a man. Another first with Rhys. He was bound and determined to have themall.

My dreamy smile was wiped from my lips as the scent of the dish he’d just opened wafted myway.

“Yuck,” I groaned, scrunching up my nose in distaste.

“Shit,” he muttered, slamming the box shut and getting up to toss it into the trash. “I forgot to tell them to skip the shrimp crostini when I added a few extra dishes to my usual takeout order.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered when he cameback.

“For what, angel?”

“Having to skip one of your favorite dishes because ofme.”

“I couldn’t care less if I never eat shrimp again. You’re way more important thanfood.”

I nudged him onto one of the dining room chairs and sat down on his lap. His harsh inhale made me smile. “Macy—”

I didn’t let him finish, determined to follow through with the idea which popped into my head. “I thought maybe we could take turns feeding each other. It would be another first forme.”

His hands slipped around my sides, over my belly, and up to cup my breasts. “That sounds like the best idea I’ve heard allday.”

I wiggled my butt on his lap as I leaned forward to snag a couple of the takeout boxes and a fork. I peered inside one of the boxes and grinned.

“Mmm, bacon wrapped something.”

“It’s fondi di carciofi,” Rhys breathed into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Bacon wrapped artichokes.”

“I’m going to need for you to tell me what each dish is, just like that. In Italian.” My voice was raspy and filled with need. “Because it’s sexy asfuck.”

“I know some French and Spanish, too.”

“Then we’re going to have to eat around the world until we run out of languages you can speak.”

“Whatever you want, angel.”

I lifted one of the artichokes to his lips, getting him to eat before I ditched my plan and swiped the food off the table so he could fuck me there instead. We worked our way through tasty meatballs with ricotta in a rich red sauce, a mushroom and red bell pepper risotto, and osso buco. When we were done, I gulped down the last of my wine and carefully set my glass back down, pushing everything away from the edge of the table.

“That was delicious, but I think I’m in the mood for some dessert.”

I slid out of his lap, turned and slowly lowered to my knees between his thighs. His grey eyes were startled for a moment, but then they filled with heat as he slouched down in his chair. “It looks like you have something particular in mind for your dessert.”

“All the times we’ve been together, you’ve barely let me taste you,” I explained as I undid his belt. “The pleasure you give me when your mouth is on me? I want that for you, too.”

His hands wrapped around my wrists, stopping my progress after I’d gotten his zipper lowered. “You don’t have to, angel.”

A hint of uncertainty crept up on me and my hands trembled beneath his. “Don’t you want meto?”

“Fuck yes,” he groaned. “I love to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock. But I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything you don’t want todo.”

“I want this for me as much as I do foryou.”

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