Page 33 of Inflame Me
He breaks the kiss, and I gasp for breath, finally remembering that I needed it.
“Stay,” he orders, releasing my hair as he reaches for the nightstand, grabbing a condom.
As his hard erection presses into my back, my core begs for him, pleading to be taken. I clench my hands into the sheets, surprised I’m not ripping them from my strength.
My body obeys him as his hands come to my hips, and he lifts me effortlessly.
“Put it in,” he orders.
I reach down, grabbing his thick length and placing it at my entrance. He only allows the tip inside of me, and even though I wiggle, it gets me nowhere. His arms are strong and unyielding.
I groan in agony. Everything he touches is on fire.
“Legs together.”
I comply, and he feels even thicker this way.
“Come down on me, baby.” He releases his hands, and without any help from me, he slides all the way inside my body, shocking my already sensitive nerves. I don’t move, only feel every inch of him, my hands resting on his thighs for support. “Feet to the floor and one step up.”
I still for a moment. He wants me to stand with him inside of me? How does that work?
Rhys doesn’t wait. He pushes me off the bed, and my feet land firmly on the floor while my hands rest on my knees, holding up my body. The back of my calves touch the bed as he remains inside of me. Then he starts moving his hips off the bed, all the while holding my hips exactly where he wants them.
The slide of him inside of me builds quickly as he picks up the pace. I want to turn around and see how in the hell he’s able to hold my hips and have enough muscle to plunge in and out of me, but I don’t. I can’t. I’m too lost in his touch. Each slide in and out touches a part of me that sizzles and flames. I just need something more to push me over. I can’t …
A hard slap comes to my hip, and I explode, the flames becoming an inferno, filling every part of my body. I close my eyes as the wails and screams fall from my lips. There is no stopping them. There is no controlling them. I can’t. All I can do is let the sensations flow through my body.
Rhys slams me down hard on his lap as his arms come around my waist, holding me to his body as he releases with a grunt. We sit exactly like this for long moments as I lay my head back on his shoulder, trying to get my breathing under control. I don’t know if I’m succeeding or not.
His hands brush up and down my sides as I come back to myself, his length inside of me still semi-hard.
“Morning,” he growls, and I smile.
“Morning.” I lift my head and try to stand up, but he holds me to him.
“Gotta get your shit packed, babe. You and your mom are getting a visit from the police, so we gotta get you away from the club.”
The cops are coming? Here?
“What?” I gasp, not liking one thing of what he’s saying.
“You tell the cops the same story as before. Instead of going to the hospital after the accident, you took care of your mom.”
“That’s the story I already told them. Do they not believe me?” I ask, a shiver crawling up my spine.
“More than likely, no, but just stick to the story, and you’ll be fine.”
My nerves kick up.
“I need to go talk to my mom. I need …” I pause. What do I need? My brain starts rapid firing. “I need to get us packed up. Where are we going?”
“We’ve got a house a ways from here. Dagger and I are gonna go get you settled.”
I should feel relieved at this, right? Then why do I feel so tense about the whole thing?
“Okay. You gonna let me up now?”
His grip tightens. “I’ll be coming with you, Tanner. We aren’t done.” It feels more like a warning than a promise, but I have bigger fish to fry.
