Page 92 of The Hellion and the Captain
“I wanted you to feel at home,” he said, shrugging.
“Oh, Rhys,” she said, sitting up and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “I feel at home as long as I’m with you.”
She tipped her head up, their lips meeting.
The kiss deepened, passion igniting between them. Emmaline’s hands slid into Rhys’s hair, pulling him closer as she lay back on the bed. Rhys followed her down, his solid weight pressing her into the soft mattress.
Their clothes fell away piece bymanypiece in Emmaline’s case, as they explored each other reverently. Rhys trailed heated kisses down Emmaline’s neck and across her collarbone, his rough hands caressing her newly bared skin. She arched into his touch, craving more.
“I love you,” he murmured against her skin. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much.”
“I love you too.” She gasped as his mouth closed over her breast. “More than anything.”
Rhys lavished attention on her sensitive skin, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him, lost in sensation. His hand skated lower, finding the slick heatat the apex of her thighs. Emmaline’s hips bucked as he stroked her intimately, stoking the fire within her.
She reached for him, her hand curling around his hard length. Rhys groaned, his hips flexing into her touch. Unable to wait any longer, needing to feel him inside of her, Emmaline guided him to her entrance. With a flex of his hips, Rhys joined their bodies, both of them crying out at the rightness of their joining.
They moved together, finding a perfect rhythm born of familiarity and longing for one another that had only been growing over the past few weeks. Rhys drove into her with deep, purposeful strokes that had her seeing stars. Emmaline met him thrust for thrust, relishing the delicious drag of his body against hers, within hers.
“Rhys,” she panted, her nails digging into his shoulders. “I’m close...”
“Let go, love,” he urged, his hand slipping between their straining bodies to stroke her just where she needed it most. “I’ve got you.”
Emmaline shattered with a cry, her release crashing over her in intense waves. Rhys followed her over the edge, spilling himself deep inside her with a shout of completion.
They clung to each other as they came down from the high, trading soft kisses and tender caresses. Rhys gathered Emmaline close, tucking her against his side. She laid her head on his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat.
“I almost can’t believe this is real,” she murmured. “That I am now your wife, able to build a life with you, after all we went through together.”
Rhys tipped her chin up to meet his intense blue gaze. “Believe it. This is just the beginning for us, Emmaline. We’re going to have such an adventure together.”
She smiled, her heart full to bursting. “I can’t wait. Aslong as we’re together, we can handle anything that comes our way.”
“I should think we’ve proven that one too many times already,” he said with a laugh. “I am happy about one thing.”
“Only one?”
“Among many,” he conceded. “I finally fulfilled my promise to take you in a real bed.”
“Somehow, it was not nearly as boring as I thought it would be.”
“I don’t think anything with you will ever be boring.”
“What if it is?” she couldn’t help but ask, as that small fear flickered to life once more, although Rhys was quick to subdue it.
“When we are together, we will always find that spark of life,” he said. “I promise you that. If it is boring, then so be it. I love you regardless, Emmaline. Nothing can change that.”
“I feel the same,” she said. “I never thought I could feel this way about another person.”
“Only about football?”
“Actually, yes,” she said with a laugh. “But here I am, with both in my life.”
“As it should be.”
“That’s the goal, isn’t it?”
“It’s not just a goal, Emmaline,” he said. “It’s an overall win.”
