Page 108 of Wild Side
Complicated.Rhys and I are complicated.
But that doesn’t stop me from committing to jumping his bones the second we get home.
CHAPTER 37
RHYS
We leave the studio,and the conversation between us is pretty much nonexistent. We’ve been walking for at least four minutes without exchanging a single word. I would say Tabitha’s zenned out, but I catch her chewing on the inside of her cheek, her face still flushed the same shade of pink as before class.
“That was nice,” she finally says, clearly desperate to fill the silence.
I keep walking and sneaking glances at her, contemplating the best words to say. Things between us went from fucked up to… confusing.
The only part that I’m not confused about is knowing that those skintight leggings won’t last long once we get home.
I also know that small talk isn’t my strong suit, so I offer her a flat look that portrays all my are-you-kidding-me feelings.
She snorts as we turn into the house, reading me so clearly.
“Okay, no awkward small talk. Got it.” She unlocks the door while adding, “Let’s talk about something more interesting, then.”
“Knowing you, this ought to be good.” I’m talking, but all I can think about is tackling her the minute that door closes.
I watch her toe off her fur-trimmed boot, her voice taking on that singsong teasing tone I so enjoy. “Do you know how many of those women were gawking at you?” She goes for the second one, keys still looped over her finger. “Like does being so sexy ever get tiring for you?”
She turns, and I pounce.
I wipe that mocking grin right off her pretty fucking mouth when I cup the back of her head and slam her back against the door.
“The only thing that was tiring for me was having to suffer through that class dreaming about peeling these tight fucking leggings off of you.”
Her responding throaty laugh only makes me harder. I nip at her jaw as I unzip her coat and let it fall to the floor. “You think that’s funny?”
“Hilarious,” she breathes out, pressing her chest toward me. And it’s all the invitation I need to drop to my knees in front of her. My hands slip to the waistline of her leggings, and I yank, finding beautiful bare skin.
I groan and drop my forehead against her thigh. “Tabby, are you trying to kill me?”
Another chuckle. “Panties aren’t comfortable at yoga. They ride up.”
“Fuck.” I nip at her thigh this time before pulling the stretchy fabric down lower. Then I take a taste of her right here at the front door, running my tongue over her clit and reveling in the feel of her nails raking across my scalp.
I circle the sensitive bud, using my thumb to spread her, to taste her.
She moans my name, so I do it again, alternating between swiping my thumb and sucking her into my mouth, watching her wetness as I paint her pussy lips with it.
Her breathing grows more rapid, her hands gripping and tugging at my hair as I work her.
I chuckle against her core when her hips wiggle and her feet shuffle. “Are these flimsy pants getting in the way of you spreading your legs for me, Tabby? It’s like you’redesperatefor it.”
Her eyes flash down at me, the corners of her lips tipping up, but she doesn’t give in. “No.”
I fucking love this game.
I lick my lips, and she watches me raptly with a rosy stain on her cheeks. I spread her again. “Good. I’ll just leave them there around your ankles while I enjoy myself.”
She’s about to bite out a retort, but it dies on her tongue when I slip a finger inside her.
“Did you have something to say, Tabby?”
