Page 48 of Chasing Sarah

Rhys is the wave washing it away the moment it’s drawn.

Sex with Rhys isn’t just physical. It’s not just a release or a means to an end. It’s an entire experience that buries itself into your soul. An experience that will live within you until your dying breath.

How can I keep him at arms-length when his mere existence sucks me in? When I feel like I can breathe while also feeling utterly breathless by him?

He props himself on his forearm, he watches me with reverence that warms a part of me I’d forgotten existed.

I blink away the burn from my eyes.

There is no way I’m going to cry.

I fucking hate crying.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

He tips his head. “Like what?”

“Likethat.” I gesture to his face.

Pushing off the bed, I stride to the bathroom to pee. After relieving myself, I silently dress, ignoring Rhys’ probing gaze on my profile.

I quickly twist my hair into a bun at the top of my head then turn to face him.

“Let’s go.”

He silently studies me for a moment then nods and stands to dress himself.

After shutting off all the lights and making sure nothing is plugged in that shouldn’t be, we exit the apartment. I lock the door behind us, and we walk to Rhys’ SUV.

This is going to be a long weekend.

I just hope my heart and mind understand each other and agree that falling for Rhys is not an option.

* * *

Rhys’ apartment is beautiful and spacious, with a view overlooking the city. The floor-to-ceiling windows make up the entire far wall. The colors are dark and sexy – very Rhys.

I feel his eyes tracking my movements as I meander his space, taking in all the sleek details. When I meet his eyes, they’re filled with an emotion that hits me in my chest. It’s possessive, hungry. Completely dominating.

“Where’s my room?” I ask.

My breath stalls in my lungs as he saunters closer. “You’ll be sleeping in my bed.”

Absolutely not.

“You want me to hurt you, don’t you?” I scowl.

He lowers his head, slowly shaking it with a chuckle.

“If you want to hurt me, do it. Just know I’ll hurt you back,” he teases. My core clenches.

You just let him fuck you. Give your pussy a break.

Pretending to be unaffected, I head down the hallway toward what I assume to be the bedrooms.

Each door I try to open, Rhys’ annoying self is right there pulling me away and shutting it.

I’m fuming.

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