It wasn’t as simple as apologizing. He could sense the difference in her. The resolve.
In a hurry to return to her, he washed and stepped out, dragging a towel over his body to dry it.
His balls ached, and his cock was stiff as a board.
Naked, he walked back into the bedroom where Catherine still lay, her blond hair spread over
the pillow. She looked at him as he approached, her expression wary, a mixture of sadness and
desire in her eyes.
He sat down on the bed beside her and reached out a hand to touch her cheek.
“I know we need to talk,” he said quietly. “But I’m no good with words. Let me show you, Cat.
Let me love you. Then we’ll talk. I promise.”
Her eyes were shiny, brimming with moisture.
“I’ve missed you,” she whispered.
The softly spoken words signaled her surrender, and he closed his eyes in relief. Then he
reached up to untie her hands.
She turned fully on her back, watching him beneath her lashes. He could see her indecision, and
he didn’t want to give her a chance to change her mind.
He stood beside the bed and trailed his fingers over her breasts, stroked her puckered nipples
then caressed his way over her soft belly.
“Spread your legs,” he said.
She hesitated just a moment before relaxing her legs, allowing her thighs to part, giving him a
tantalizing view of her pussy.
Silky blond curls guarded her tender pink flesh.
“Touch yourself,” he said huskily. “Open yourself for me.”
Her right hand glided slowly down her stomach until it hovered over the soft mound. After a
brief pause, her fingers slid into the folds, spreading until he could see the opening to her pussy
and her swollen clit.
Her middle finger stroked once then twice over the quivering bud. She moaned softly and closed
her eyes. God, she was sexy. Head thrown back, hair streaming over the sheets, her lips parted as
a sigh escaped them.
He crawled onto the bed, positioning himself at her feet. He bent down and pressed his lips to
the inside of her ankle. Gently grasping her slender leg in his hand, he kissed a path upward,
licking and nibbling.
When he reached the juncture of her thighs, he scooted down to her other foot and began again,
giving this leg the same tender treatment.
Her breath caught when he nipped the inside of her thigh. His lips hovered over her pussy, and
he smiled as he felt her hold herself in anticipation.
He moved instead to her belly and blazed a wet trail up her taut abdomen to the swells of her
breasts.
“Oh…” The gasp escaped her lips as he sucked her nipple between his teeth.
Her hand left her pussy, and she dug her fingers into his hair, holding him to her breast.
He tugged himself away and moved his body up until his face hovered over hers. He kissed her,
wanting to taste her, wanting to capture her sweet sounds into his mouth. He wanted to absorb
every inch of her, make her forget everything but the fact that he was here with her.
Catherine broke away with a ragged breath. She sucked in mouthfuls of air before Rhys
captured her mouth once again. He moved with urgency. He touched her, kissed her like he
hadn’t since they’d first been married.
Hot, wild, she wanted to crawl right out of her skin. Restless and aching, she could no longer
remain still, no longer allow him control.
She pushed at him, rolling him off her. He looked at her with bewildered eyes as she rose over
him, letting her hair spill onto his chest.
Placing both her hands on his shoulders, she lowered her head and consumed his lips in a
hungry, carnal kiss. Too long had she gone without the close physical intimacy she craved, and
now she wasn’t content to lie back and allow him to call the shots.
When she pulled away to gasp for breath, she saw the surprise in his eyes, but she also saw
something else. Want. Need. Curiosity. Desire.
A smile curved her lips. A wicked smile she hoped.
She straddled his body, shoving his arms upward. He arched one brow but allowed her to dictate
his movements. When his hands were above his head, she trailed her fingers down the undersides
of his arms until she reached his broad chest.
She shifted her body until she cradled his cock between her legs. Hard, thick, it brushed against
her wetness, and she rubbed up and down, loving the electric currents that raced through her
body every time her clit nudged the head of his penis.
“Tease,” he gasped out.
“This is my show,” she murmured as she continued to rock back and forth.
She leaned forward and nipped at his neck. Lightly at first, then she sank her teeth into the
corded muscle behind his ear. He groaned and shifted underneath her. He started to lower his