Page 51 of TBR: Dead But Well Read

Rolling his hips in a way that had me seeing double, Rhodes asked, “Did he keep you safe?”

“He did.” If they were right about Saul being dangerous, I probably couldn’t have been any safer than I’d been in his bed. It didn’t seem like many people would dare attack him.

“If you want this man to join our circle, I have no argument. But if he hurts you, I will kill him,” Rhodes swore.

“His name is?—”

“Right now, you are in my bed, and I don’t want to hear another man’s name on your lips. Not even if he’s the devil himself.” Rhodes captured my mouth in a possessive kiss.

Pulling away, I pressed my fingers against his lips. “There’s one more thing I need to tell you.”

“You better hurry,” Rhodes grumbled before sucking my fingertips into his mouth.

“I, uh…” With his tongue swirling across my skin, he was making it impossible for a girl to remember her name, let alone what she wanted to say. “I read a lot of books.”

Rhodes’ eyebrows lifted. “That’s what you needed to tell me?” The words were barely intelligible, but I understood most of it.

“Yes. Just because we’re a thing doesn’t mean I’m going to give up reading. I made a commitment to my TBRs first, and I’ll need uninterrupted time to meet those obligations.”

“Evander spends most of the day with his nose in a book. You two will get along great. I think I can survive a few hours without your attention.” His deep laugh was unexpected and had my stomach quivering at the sheer masculinity of it.

Hexes!The man was sexy… and he wanted to be mine. It was time to stop messing around and tie him down tighter than a straightjacket.

Silencing the last of my fears, I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him with the passion I’d been too terrified to give in to.

I focused on my energy just long enough to make my clothing waver and vanish. Rhodes groaned as his hand slid over my bare skin.

My fingers fumbled with the fly of his jeans, struggling to undo them. “Grrr!”

Why couldn’t he wear gray sweatpants like all the good book boyfriends? Those would’ve been a lot less frustrating to get off.

He had the audacity to chuckle. “Let me help, sugar.”

Rolling off the bed in the kind of smooth move wet dreams were made of, Rhodes stood and shed his pants. I’d expected him to be a boxer guy, but I wasn’t disappointed to see the tight pair of black briefs that clung to his bulge and butt.

Why hadn’t I jumped his bone—I mean, bones—right from the start?

His fingers hooked the band of his underwear, and when his briefs went down, something else went up… and I’m not just talking about the temperature in the room.

Rhodes didn’t try to hide himself, nor did he do a cheesy pose. He stood tall and motionless, letting me drink in the sight of him in all his naked glory.

“Am I satisfactory?”

His answer came when the lightbulb in his bedside lamp exploded, and the overhead light flickered wildly.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Rhodes grinned and retook his position on the bed.

Once more, I was pinned beneath him, but this time it was skin-to-skin. His erection seemed far too hot, and I wondered if I’d simply forgotten that fact, or if he had lava pumping into it.

Our lips met in a tender kiss that went from PG to R faster than I could say boo. And after being promised a good time repeatedly over the past few days, my body was more than ready for him.

Slipping my hand between us, my fingers brushed against the velvety steel that was stabbing my belly. His hips bucked reflexively toward my touch as I gripped his length.

“Sugar, you’re driving me insane,” Rhodes hissed.

Lining him up with my soaked entrance, I guided the rounded tip inside, causing us to groan in unison. Rhodes gave a tentative push, burying himself deeper in my tight heat. I’d expected some pain, but my ghostly form seemed to adjust itself so that he fit inside me like a hand in a glove—or a cock in a condom. Which thankfully I didn’t need since ghosts couldn’t get sick, or pregnant.

“Am I hurting you?” Rhodes asked, his voice strained.

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