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Rhys’ words played again in my head and I knew he was right. He had been warning me, knowing that whatever feelings had started boiling between us weren’t going to be satiated until we had just one kiss.

When I finally came up for air, I realized we were no longer in the pool. Rhys had carried me from the cold water and was laying me on one of the loungers. His body hovered over mine as we continued to kiss like it was our only way into heaven. I no longer cared that it was a bad idea because it had become glaringly obvious that we were always going to end up like this.

Just once.

ChapterEighteen

Rhys

The way I felt when I saw Hunter watching Ash should have been my first clue that I was in too deep with her. But in my defense, I had never been so captivated by a woman that I had never even kissed. Even with Mel, it took weeks to realize she was capable of changing my life and turning it upside down.

I barely had to look at Ash before I knew how remarkable she was. Her fire, her boldness, and her beauty all smacked me in the face that first night I met her. But that didn't mean I had to kiss her.

I didn’t have to protect her.

I didn't have to bring her into my home.

Now that I knew how she tasted, I was fucking done for. Kissing wasn't enough. Not for either of us. The only thing holding me back was Cruz in the back of my mind telling me she was a rebound. Ash didn’t deserve to be anyone’s rebound.

That should have been all I needed to make me pull away but when she started moving her body against mine, those thoughts dissipated, and I allowed myself to give her more.

Laying her on the lounge, I pressed my cock into her core, wanting to know what she sounded like when she felt me. Rebound or not, no one ever accused me of being a good decision maker. Hell, when it came to decisions, I was downright reckless. So why stop when I had Ash under me, willing to let me take her anywhere I wanted to go?

“I’m going to kiss you again,” I told her, grabbing her by the back of the head to keep her close. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, our teeth almost hitting as I seemed to be losing control. I could barely pull my lips from hers to talk, so overwhelmed with the need to stay connected to her.

“You have to,” she groaned against my mouth.

“No choice,” I agreed.

“Please.”

I moved my mouth to her neck, placing open mouthed kisses on her skin. Her nails found my back and she ran them up to my shoulders, leaving marks on my skin. So deep it made me hiss and jerk, but knowing I would feel them and remember that moment tomorrow, made me want more.

“Damn, baby, you trying to kill me?”

She giggled, fucking giggled. I had heard her laugh, but her giggle was special. Like hearing her moan when we were close, or the way she grunted when she kicked the ball. Noises that may as well have been big red easy buttons straight to my dick.

“I just need more.”

This was not what Colin had in mind when he asked me to take care of Ash. Fucking her was not his idea of helping her focus. But I would bet my entireadidascontract that she was going to be focused for a while. Her attention was going to be on me, on how many times I could make her come, and all the ways she could beg for more.

“Take your bra off. Let me see those tits.” I demanded. She reached for the elastic of her sports bra and pulled the wet material slowly over her head. Her dark nipples were fucking perfect and I took a hand to my dick to calm him down, making her lick her lips while she watched.

Grabbing her small shorts, I yanked them down and tossed them somewhere behind me, not caring if they flew over the wall and down the forty flights. She was bare and her legs fell open, giving me a view of how wet her pussy was. She wasn’t shy about showing me exactly what I was doing to her.

“So young,” I teased, getting off on the fact that she was still in college. “How experienced are you, Ash?”

“Enough to know what I want,” she snapped. “Enough that you don't have to worry about being noble and virtuous. Don't be nice to me, Rhys.”

Oh fuck. Her words were like poetry. I wanted to tattoo them on my body.“Don’t be nice to me, Rhys.”As much as I loved the fact that she wasn’t innocent, I wanted to kill anyone that had come before me. All I could do was make sure she forgot they ever existed. And I was determined to make sure that anyone who came after me was compared to how good I was going to make her feel.

Reaching to her nipple, I pinched, making her hiss from the pain before I rolled it between my fingers and grabbed onto her entire breast. It was like testing them, and her, seeing what she liked, and what made her squirm. I wanted to study everything about her body.

Straddling the lounge chair, I opened her legs wider and got as close to her as I could. Her nipples needed to be in my mouth. I wanted to flick my tongue and play with them until they were hard enough to cut me.

“Your tits are perfect,” I mumbled, almost unaware that I had even said it out loud.

“Put your mouth on them, Rhys. I could come with just a flick of your warm tongue.”

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