Page 134 of Surprisingly Us

“Wait, Rhys. Please.” She’s breathless as she pushes her free hand into my chest. “Did you hear that?” My fingers are still on her skin as she turns her head toward the monitor sitting on the coffee table. I follow her gaze there. While I’m looking at the video feed of Finley and Poppy’s room, searching for anything but two peacefully sleeping baby girls, Lettie shoots out from beneath me.

That little sneaker.

But she’s not quick enough. I grab her hips to pull her backwards.

“I was going to take it easy on you,” I flip her onto her back, pinning her lower body down with mine, “but now you’re really going to get it.”

My fingers resume their mission to make her squirm.

And I do.

Peals of laughter escape but I can tell she’s trying to be quiet, holding back so she doesn’t wake the babies. Her body thrashes from side to side, but even with her jerky movements, I can’t miss the soft skin beneath my fingers, the way her pelvis rocks against mine.

“Rhys!” she whisper-screams through her laughter. “Oh, god!” She gasps for air as tears from her laughter cut a path down her face.

I can only imagine one other scenario where I want to hear my name falling from her lips in that way. The thought has my fingers easing up on her ribcage.

“I’ll be good.” She pants, relieved the tickling has stopped. “You can have it.” Her fingers release the remote, dropping it by her side.

Her now empty hands lift to her shoulders in surrender.

But I couldn’t care less about the remote. There’s nothing I want to see more than Lettie smiling and panting beneath me. I’m fascinated by the view. The feel of her there. Her chest rising to meet mine, then falling away, a rhythm that slows as her breath evens out. Being this close to her is the same euphoric rush I get when I’m out on the open water.

Ignoring the remote, my hand lifts to wipe at her damp cheek. One side, then the other. My thumb following the path of the tear before circling back to trace the line of her jaw.

Before I know it, I’ve found Lettie’s bottom lip. With a gentle pressure, I slowly trace the ridge where her lips meet the groove above her chin.

“This mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble, Princess.”

She inhales a deep breath, and swallows. I swear I can hear her heart racing.

“Maybe I like trouble,” she whispers against my finger.

For a moment, we hold each other’s gaze.

We’re back in this place. Teasing each other until someone takes it too far.

Once again, my eyes zero in on Lettie’s mouth and every thought I’ve had to stop myself from touching her again must have taken the night off because there’s no hesitation before I drop my lips to hers.

The moment I capture her plush lips with mine, I know I’ll hate myself for this later.

It’s a reminder of how sweet she tastes.

How good it feels to be this close to her.

And gives me another memory that will haunt me the moment I close my eyes tonight.

But I can’t stop. And Lettie doesn’t pull away.

Instead, she dips her tongue into my mouth, and with that invitation, I go fucking wild.

Diving deeper, claiming her mouth as my own.

I’ve still got her wrists pinned with one of my hands, I’d held them there to keep her beneath me. Her lips are telling me she wants this, her mouth meeting mine for every hungry kiss, but I want to feel her hands on me, to confirm her body is as lost to this moment as mine is.

I release her pinned hands and they immediately find my hair, fingers curling as she holds me against her. Her hands on me are another layer to this addiction and her touch only feeds my desire. Gentle strokes of her fingers down my neck have me shuddering, goosebumps lifting from the surface of my skin.

I think I’d be perfectly happy kissing her like this forever, but then she grinds her hips and presses her center against my cock.Fuck.I groan into her mouth. My hands find her hips, slidingalong the waistband of her leggings, under her shirt, until I’m palming her over her bra. It’s her turn to moan as I thumb her hard nipples through the thin fabric.

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