Page 28 of One Weekend in London

If not, I’ll find a way to make it so.

“It’s even more beautiful than I imagined.” Her face lights up with wonder, putting to bed any doubt I had. “Mamaw would have loved this.”

“Beautiful, yes.” I can’t tear my gaze away from her. “But it pales in comparison to you.”

A pretty blush stains her cheeks, and she ducks her head, her wide, excited smile turning shy, the tears that filled her eyes a minute before no longer visible.

“Flatterer.”

Bollocks.

“It’s not flattery if it’s the truth.” I reach for the special edition bottle of champagne, popping the cork with a practised twist of my wrist. The bubbles fizz over the rim as I pour the golden liquid into two crystal flutes.

“To new beginnings,” I say, handing her a glass.

She takes it, her fingers brushing against mine, sending a jolt up my arm. “To new beginnings,” she echoes, softly clinking her glass against mine as though she fears she’ll break it.

We sip the champagne, the crisp, effervescent flavour dancing on my tongue. But it’s the way her bloody lips wrap around the rim of the glass that has me transfixed, my hungry mind conjuring filthy images of those same lips wrapped around my hardening cock.

Fuck.

I shift in my seat, trying to subtly adjust myself as my trousers grow uncomfortably tight, the bloody zipper feeling as though it may burst, giving her one hell of a show.

“You know...” She sets her glass down and reaches for a chocolate-covered strawberry, leaving me bewitched, fully transfixed by each of her movements. “I’ve always wanted to do this. To see London from up high, to feel like I’m on top of the world.”

“And how does it feel?” I ask, my voice low and rougher than sandpaper, the question one I plan to ask the first time I plunge my cock deep inside her as well.

She takes a bite of the strawberry, her eyes fluttering closed as a little moan of pleasure escapes her, testing my restraint.

“Incredible. Like anything is possible.”

I lean in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, her tantalising perfume making my head grow light. It’s a new feeling for me—being awestruck and enamoured. “Anything is possible. Especially when you’re with me.”

She shivers, her breath hitching. “Rhys...”

Unable to help myself, I trail my knuckles down her neck, feeling her pulse jump beneath my touch. “I want to make all your dreams come true, Sadie. I want to worship you, to pleasure you, to make you come undone in every goddamn way imaginable.”

“Please...” The rise and fall of her chest quickens, her nipples straining against the thin fabric of her dress. “I need you.”

Thank fuck.

There’s no hesitation on my part.

I lift her from her seat, depositing her on my lap, her legs straddling mine. And like a man starved, I capture her lips in a kiss that’s as blinding as it is searing, my tongue delving past her parted lips and deep into her mouth, tangling with hers.

Tasting of chocolate and champagne, a heady combination that goes straight to my head and aching cock, kissing her becomes an addiction, a drug I need more than life itself.

Moaning into the kiss, her hands fist in my hair. Hungry to taste every inch of her, I trail my lips down her throat, nipping and sucking at her pulse point until she’s writhing against me.

I tear myself away, breaking the kiss.

She gasps, her breathy whimpers filling the air.

“Bloody hell, Sadie.” Needing to feel her, to touch what’s mine, my hand slides up her thigh, pushing beneath the hem of her dress. “You have no idea what you do to me. How badly I want to strip you bare and bury myself inside of you so deeply that you won’t be able to walk out of here.”

“Then do it.” She rocks her hips, searching for my fingers, clearly needing them exactly where I intend to put them. “Take me, Rhys. Make me yours.”

I groan, my fingers grazing the damp lace of her knickers. “You’re so wet for me, aren’t you, love? Dripping and ready for every last inch of my throbbing cock.”

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