Page 43 of Broken Promises
Hell, after all the teasing he’d done to me the last few weeks, I would get on my knees and beg like a good girl.
My hair was still in good shape from work and my makeup was intact, so I made quick work of washing my body as the minutes ticked away. After turning off the shower, I dried off and lotioned my body before touching up my makeup a little and fluffing my hair. I heard my phone ding from the bedroom, so I wrapped a towel around my body and went to retrieve it.
Smiling, I sighed like a silly little girl as I read the message.
Rhys:I’m on my way to you now, beautiful. I consider myself lucky that you’re mine.
I sent a heart emoji and finished getting ready for our evening. The bra and panties I picked out showed enough to be sexy, but not so much that I felt self-conscious. When I slipped the black dress on and inspected myself in the mirror, I was amazed at how I looked. Not that I was the most beautiful or sexiest woman in the world—far from it—but the confidence I’dbuilt since being with Rhys allowed the woman I’d always hoped to be to come out and be loved.
Walking into the living room, I made sure to move my phone, wallet, housekey, and lipstick to my small purse as I waited for Rhys to arrive. I was a little nervous about how tonight was going to go, and a small part of me feared my reaction, but Rhys wasn’t that horrible man, and he’d never made me feel anything but cherished.
A knock on my door echoed through the house, and before I walked to see who it was, I pulled up the security monitor in the kitchen and checked who was outside. Rhys was standing on my steps, holding what looked like flowers in his hand, and the suit he was wearing fit him perfectly. Absently, I rubbed my hands down the front of my dress to remove any wrinkles before walking to the front door.
I unlocked and opened it with a smile. Rhys raised his eyes, and when I felt his eyes running up the length of my body, I stood taller, hoping he liked what he saw. His gaze was feral as he stepped into the house and approached me. Trying to play coy, I tilted my head with a smile and looked up at him through my lashes.
“You look fucking amazing,” Rhys said in a husky tone as he handed me a small bouquet of red roses.
“Thank you. Let me put this in some water and I’ll be right back,” I said and turned to walk away.
Swaying my hips more than usual, I glanced over my shoulder just as I walked through the kitchen door and saw Rhys was stalking behind me. His eyes snapped to mine, and I realized he’d been staring at my ass as I walked. In the kitchen, I opened a cabinet to grab a vase, and just as I pressed to my toes to grab it, I felt Rhys step up against my back.
He reached around me, and his lips brushed against my ear as he whispered, “Let me get that for you, beautiful.”
I smiled over my shoulder at him and felt his hard length pressing against my ass. He placed the vase onto the counter, and I turned so I could face him. Rhys placed his hands on my hips and tugged me close to him as he leaned over and ran his nose along the side of my neck.
My eyes closed on instinct, and I ran my hands up his chest before holding onto his shoulders as he placed soft kisses under my ear. “I could eat you for dinner and be happy,” he whispered, and I felt chills break out over my body.
Fluttering my eyes, I brought my gaze to him as he pulled back. I knew I was pushing him, but I was trying to follow Samuel’s advice and nudge Rhys out of his comfort zone. Stepping forward, I pressed against him and slipped one hand over his shoulder and into the back of the hair at his neck. His pupils dilated as I whispered, “What’s stopping you?”
He didn’t say anything in response to my question, but his nostrils flared and his grip on my hips grew in intensity. I placed a soft kiss on his lips. Leaning back, I bit my lip and politely said, “I guess we should go to dinner.”
The next move was a risky one, but if it paid off, I was going to visit paradise with the only man who had ever seemed to understand me. I stepped back, and Rhys released his hold on my hips. Shifting, I went to walk away from him, allowing one hand to drag from his shoulder across his chest and down his arm until the last thing touching was our fingertips. Just before the last point of contact was broken, Rhys lurched forward and grasped my wrist, stopping me in my tracks.
Looking back at him, I raised my eyebrows and asked, “Is there something you want?”
His chest heaved up and down as I saw the war waging inside him. I knew he wanted to be careful and slow with me, but I needed to know he wanted me like I wanted him. With one morepush, I’d either see the promise land or his rejection would crush me.
“No?” I inquired, then added, “Let’s go then.”
Instead of releasing me, he pulled me into his chest as he gripped the back of my neck and slammed his mouth to mine. Our tongues battled as his hand slid down my back and he grabbed a palmful of my ass cheek. I moaned into the kiss and rubbed against him as he nipped at my bottom lip before licking the sting away.
His kisses moved to my jaw and along my neck before he whispered, “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more certain of anything. I need you, Rhys. Please don’t make me wait any longer.”
With no effort, Rhys scooped me off my feet, and with our mouths still connected in an almost feral kiss, he carried me out of the kitchen, through the dining room, and into the bedroom. He kicked his foot backward and closed the door behind us before he gently laid me on the bed. Pressing up on my hands, I looked up as he towered over me with his loving eyes.
“If it gets too much, or you—” he started to say, but I interrupted him.
“I’ll say stop and I trust that you will.”
When Rhys fell to his knees in front of me and scooted closer so he could kiss me again, I felt a small twinge of fear. It passed so quickly, I questioned if it was even there to begin with. As his hands found my knees, he slowly began to spread my legs apart, only to be restricted by my dress.
I shimmied a little until the dress slid up my legs, and when it got close to my panties, I lifted my ass and pulled it up. Rhys’s hands found mine as he kissed me, and with expert moves, he raised the dress up my body, exposing my bra before he leaned back and lifted the dress up and over my head.
He looked down at me in my bra and panties, and suddenly, I felt inadequate. His hands found the caps of my shoulders and he ran them down my arms, to my thighs, and down to my knees.
“You’re so damn beautiful, but I’m hungry and you said I could eat.”
