Page 198 of Surprisingly Us

He reaches for the robe tie, but I swat his hand away. “Not yet.”

I grab the small wrapped box off my nightstand and present it to him.

“Here.”

I watch him unwrap the paper, then flip open the box. My stomach flutters with nerves. Will he think they’re silly?

“Cat cufflinks.” His smile grows with the reveal, then he looks closer. “Wait, are these Maxine and Mo?”

“Yes, they’re personalized. I sent in pictures and the artist designed them then made them into cufflinks. I figured you have the C necklace and when you wear these, too, it’ll be like we’re all with you.”

“I love them, Princess.” He presses a soft kiss to my lips. “They’re perfect. Thank you.”

I love you.

The words get caught in my throat. It’s his birthday, and while he might like the sound of those words, I wouldn’t want to put any pressure on him to say them back. And if he doesn’t feel the same, then I’ll be self-conscious all night. So, I hold onto them for another time.

With all the moving around, the knot on my robe has loosened. I move to tie it again, but Rhys catches my wrists. “Wait. Just one peek.”

“Okay.” I sigh, pretending like I’m not dying for him to touch me.

Rhys splits the robe apart.

“Fuck,” he groans, running a palm over my lace-covered breasts. “You’re so beautiful. You know you’re torturing me, right? Showing me this and not letting me touch you until after the party.”

“I never said you couldn’t touch mebeforethe party. I just wanted to give you your present first.”

His brows lift, a sexy grin pulling at his lips.

“So, I can play with you right now?” he asks.

“I was hoping you would.” I take his hand and guide it between my legs. “I’m so wet for you.”

He bites his lip, groaning as his fingers tease me and I rock against his hand.

“No crotch? Christ, baby. You’re going to kill me.”

In one swift move, he’s got my robe peeled off and my back is on the mattress.

“This little outfit of yours is extremely convenient.” His large hands press my thighs apart, revealing me to him. Without any preamble, he drops his head and gives me one long lick up my center. “How do you get sweeter every time I taste you?”

It’s a rhetorical question as he continues to flick my clit and tongue me hard, but my response is a breathy moan.

In a matter of minutes, I’m writhing against the bed, my legs quaking with the need to come.

Between my thighs, Rhys’s head lifts to stare up at me. His gaze is drunk with lust and adoration, his lips already wet with my arousal.Does he know what that does to me?

When he drops his head again, I feel the sharp nip of his teeth against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh just as his fingers pump inside me.

“You like that, don’t you, Princess? My sweet Lettie likes being marked with my mouth.”

I sigh in response, feeling both incredibly turned on and in awe of how much he loves going down on me.

He massages my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples through the lace, while his wicked tongue continues to fuck me.

I was so ready for him, it’s not long before I’m riding out my orgasm against his face.

I’m still catching my breath when he lifts himself off the bed and starts to undress. I lie there recovering, my muscles relaxed and my body satiated, while piece by piece his suit is discarded. Somehow, I find the energy to prop myself up on my elbows to watch him. With each newly exposed section of skin, my heart rate starts to pick up again. There’s something so sexy about the way he casually strips. Shirtless now, I watch fascinated as his biceps contract beneath the ink of his tattoo, causing some of the trees to be cast in shadow like a cloudy day at Lake George. His fingers unbuckle his belt and drop his zipper. Even the way his fingers deftly take off his watch is arousing.

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