Page 22 of Wicked Union

I cleared my throat and responded, “Truth.”

Dare seemed too risky.

Is the truth any better?

Not with all my secrets.

Rhys invaded my space with his big, muscular body. He lowered his head, and black hair flopped onto his tanned forehead. Designer sunglasses pushed some of the strands back to give his hair a messy style that looked sexy.

He was too close for my comfort and smelled good—a mixture of sweat, suntan lotion, and his spicy cologne.

“Do you want to kiss me?” Rhys placed his hands on each side of me, caging me against the wall with his chest pressed against mine.

Hell, yes.

I’d never wanted to kiss someone as much as Rhys. Well, maybe Cole. He would have been my first choice if he wasn’t a buzzkill.

When I took too long to answer, Rhys asked me the question again. I couldn’t say the words aloud. Speaking the thoughts in my head felt too personal. Too vulnerable.

“I’m switching to dare.”

His hand slid beneath my chin, stealing my attention back to him. “I dare you to kiss me.”

Oh, shit.

Biting my cheek, I looked up at Rhys. He was close to a foot taller than me. So I had to trail my hands up his chest, using the connection to stand on my tippy toes and get closer to his lips.

Rhys lifted my feet off the ground, wrapping my legs around his back as his lips brushed mine.

I kissed him.

My first real kiss.

I mentally scratched another item off my list.

Kiss a boy

Get asked out on a date

Lose my virginity

Fall in love

His tongue swept into my mouth, his hands wandering down my arms, applying the right amount of pressure with his fingertips. Rhys kissed me like he wanted to suck my soul from my body. Clutching his wrist, I encouraged him to continue exploring my body. Rhys didn’t need much instruction, only the green light to slip his hand into my bikini top.

He captured my moans with his mouth, twisting my nipple between his fingers. I felt like I would spontaneously combust from the pressure building inside me. My nipples hardened into peaks that he massaged with care. Rhys was so good with his hands and tongue.

When his other hand slid up and down my thigh, I wanted him to touch my core. I was so wet and needed to get off, humping him—anything to create friction.

“You’re purring like a kitten,” he growled against my lips. “Fuck, princess.” He laid his forehead against mine, breathless. “I don’t want to stop.”

I didn’t want him to either.

“Do you want me to stop?”

I shook my head.

Rhys put me down and dipped his hand beneath my bikini bottoms. “Relax, princess. This will feel good.”

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