Play With Me, Baby(14)

With only a few more thrusts, his muscles tensed and he groaned his pleasure into my ear. “My perfect angel. Never going to let you go.”

Even after sleeping so deeply, I was completely exhausted again. And totally satisfied as I snuggled into Rhys’s arms. “I don’t think I can move,” I mumbled against his chest.

“It’s a good thing since I don’t want you to anyway,” he rasped, his hand sliding up and down my back.

A sigh of contentment escaped my lips, turning into a moan when he pulled his still half-hard length from my body. As soon as I registered the wet feeling between my legs, the glow dissipated. “Ohmigod,” I breathed out.

“You can say that again,” he gasped.

“No!” I yelped, shoving at his chest. “That wasn’t a good ohmigod, it was a you didn’t wear a condom, ohmigod.”

“Oh.”

I didn’t know what to make of the sound of that one syllable, not with the overly innocent look that accompanied it. “Oh? Oh! That’s all you have to say for yourself? We met less than twenty-four hours ago and we’ve had unprotected sex twice!”

“You were a virgin, and I’m clean,” he interjected.

“Well, whoop-dee-fucking-doo,” I drawled. “That would be a huge relief, except it still leaves us with the very real possibility of an unplanned pregnancy.”

I could have sworn I heard him mumble something like “not so unplanned” under his breath, but I was too busy ranting to really pay attention, and I must have misunderstood because there was no way I’d heard him correctly.

“And I know exactly how difficult it is for a woman to be pregnant on her own. I was right there by Aspen’s side when she was pregnant with Carter. It was so damn hard for her, no matter how much I tried to help. I can’t believe I might have just—”

“Stop right there, Macy,” he snapped, pushing me onto my back and bracing himself over me. “You’re not on your own. I’m right here with you. There is no I anymore. We’re an us now, and you better get used to it because that’s never going to change.”





Rhys



“I don’t understand you,” Macy whispered, her face filled with confusion. “Weston clearly approves of you and considering the amount of people who knew about your ‘celibacy,’ I have to believe that was true. So why were you shopping at Dirty Players? The only explanation I can think of is that you were preparing to seduce someone. Why should I trust you when you set out to find a girl to bang and I was a convenient choice?” Her face clouded over and she muttered darkly, “Not that I made your task very hard to accomplish.”

I sighed in frustration. How many more ways could I say it? The thought I’d had last night about her resistance to accepting us because of her experiences resurfaced and nudged away some of my irritation. I could see a solution right in front of me. I’d circumvented the real reason we’d met at her work because I was afraid it would be too much, too soon. However, at this point, I’d already made my obsession with her quite obvious and she hadn’t run yet.

I stood and lifted her into my arms, frowning when she dragged the sheet with her to cover her naked body. Then again, it was probably for the best since her beautiful breasts would only distract me from the conversation. Moving to the chair I’d vacated, I kept her in my embrace as I sat down. I settled her in my lap with her legs hanging sideways over mine and put my hands at her waist to keep her upright, so we were face to face.

“Angel, it’s been a long time since I had any interest in women. And, I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. From the first moment I saw you, I knew you belonged to me.”

“But—”

I pressed a finger against her lips to silence her. “It wasn’t in the shop. I saw you at Bean Cup and was so enchanted”—I shrugged a little sheepishly—“I followed you.”

Her eyes widened but I hadn’t removed my finger, so she didn’t speak. “I was terrified that I wouldn’t be able to find you. My intention had been to find out where you worked, then set up a meet, and gradually build a relationship with you. Then I saw you at Dirty Players and all of my good intentions flew out the fucking window. I hated the idea of you being in a place like that, knowing what kind of slimy customers you had to deal with, and worried over your safety.”

Macy’s expression softened and I took away my finger so I could tenderly kiss her lips.

“I went inside because I couldn’t go one more minute without seeing your beautiful face and I wanted, no needed, you. I still do, I will always need you. I—” I stopped abruptly. I’d been about to blurt out that I loved her, but I had a feeling that I’d already given her as much as she could handle for now. “I believe that answers your question, angel. And it should put to rest any lingering doubts you might have about me because of where we met. And—“ I quickly sped on when her mouth popped open, knowing where her thoughts were headed—“I never once thought of you as convenient, a one-night stand, or that you were easy because of your place of employment.”