Page 35 of Chasing Sarah

I feel Rhys’ gaze on me just before he shifts in his seat. He turns the ignition, then reaches for the shifter.

“I know a great diner about 10 minutes from here.”

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“So, I assume you own the club since you guys were able to get through that door in the VIP lounge that was obviously locked?” I ask, gulping down my sparkling water. The carbonation deliciously fizzes in my mouth.

“Declan owns the club. I’m just the muscle, sweetheart,” Rhys replies with a wink.

My eyes unabashedly travel down his broad frame.

“I can see that.” I nod, meeting his eyes.

Rhys watches me with a hunger-filled gaze and my core clenches.

The sexual tension between us is euphorically suffocating.

I meant what I said to Paige in the club. This guy looks like he could fuck you into a wall if he wanted to. I have no doubts in my mind that Rhys is the type of man who will dominate in the bedroom.

I hope I get to find out if my guess is correct.

My breath hitches when I feel his hand rest on my knee. My eyes flash to his. His emerald gaze is pure, unadulterated lust.

He watches me, seeing if I’m going tell him to stop.

When I don’t, his hand slowly slides upward. My heart gallops in my chest, my blood heats, and my core weeps for his touch.

He scoots closer, his knee touching mine. I can’t suppress the shudder that escapes me.

My breath becomes shallow and needy.

His dark chuckle drips with sex. I nearly combust in the middle of the diner when I feel his hot breath skate up my neck.

“Tell me, Sarah,” he whispers in my ear, and I slowly close my eyes when he cups my pussy. “Are you wet for me?”

I give him a subtle nod and tip my hips slightly.

“What do you say to us getting out of here, huh?” He presses a finger lightly against my clit. The warmth of his skin burns through the layers of my clothes.

“Yes. Yes, please.” I roll my hips into his hand.

“Begging already?” he teases. “I can’t wait to hear you scream for me when I claim this pussy.”

A quiet moan falls from my lips.

He has a filthy mouth.

Of course, he has a filthy mouth.

He presses a gentle kiss to my neck before pulling away. I instantly mourn the loss of his touch.

Wow.

This man oozes sex and I amherefor it.

He pulls out his phone and types away before returning it to his pocket and straightening his shoulders.

“I ordered us a ride,” he says when his eyes meet mine.

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