Page 65 of Where We Call Home

I lifted a hand to my neck, trying to soothe the tension there.

“It’s... a bit embarrassing,” I admitted, leaning back in my chair and placing my hands on the cool marble countertop.

Rhodes’ eyes fell to my breasts that were barely contained by the thin-strapped tank I wore, no bra. He could easily see the peaks of my nipples forming beneath the fabric. I changed my posture, pushing them out to seem irresistible.

Licking his lips, he stood up straight and walked towards me.

“Tell me,” he purred, affected by the atmosphere in the kitchen just as much as I was.

“We were in my room.”

“Yeah?”

Rhodes came closer, rounding the island.

“And you were with me, in my bed.”

“Mhm.”

Another step.

“I was on my back.”

“And?”

One more.

“You were between my legs.”

Rhodes stood close to me, and I spun the kitchen chair making sure I was facing his direction. He peered down as I looked up, my mouth slightly parted.

“What was I doing?” Rhodes cocked his head to the side, arms crossing over his broad, bare chest. His muscles bulged and the veins became more prominent.

I gulped, blinking slowly at him and bit my bottom lip.

“Tell me, Theo. What was I doing?”

With an intentional pause, I let the room fall silent, anticipation gnawing at me before I responded in a hushed whisper.

“Devouring me.”

Rhodes smiled, leaning his tall frame down so he was inches away from my face. My skin was prickling, and my core throbbed. His change of demeanor turned me on; I barely recognized the man before me.

Rhodes was soft and gentle but seeing him ravenous and hungry made my skin crawl. I’d love to see him come undone beneath me.

His pupils dilated, and his gaze touched my lips.

“Did you like it?” he asked, his tone not wavering as he pushed forward, playing my game.

Shame-filled pleasure took over, making me defiant to his approach.

“Yes.”

We were nose to nose, stuck in a whirlpool of tension neither of us wanted out of. I needed him now more than ever. There was no way I’d be able to turn back from this. No showerhead or hot dream would take away this ache.

Making the first move, I reached out and ran my fingers against his abs, feeling every dip under my touch.

“You were such a good boy,” I whispered in a sultry tone, angling my face millimeters away from his lips. Our breaths tangled, a heady mixture of heat and longing.

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