Page 42 of The Christmas Playbook
He pulls away long enough to push my shirt up and over my head before gripping my face and kissing me. I place my hands on his shoulders and jump up, knowing he’ll catch me. I wrap my legs around his waist and he backs me up to the bed. He lays me on my back and tugs my pants off quickly, like he can’t touch me fast enough.
“Rhys.” I sit up on my forearms and watch him tug his own shirt off. “You’re not just saying all this because you feel sorry for me, right?”
Shock crosses his face. His hands freeze over the button of his pants. “You think I’d do that?”
I glance away. “Well, no… but?—”
His pants hit the floor, and next thing I know, he’s climbing over top of me. “You’re so used to people tearing you down that of course you’d think that…” A line appears between hiseyebrows. “Don’t worry, Mira. As your boyfriend, it’s my duty to make you see your own worth.”
Butterflies fill my stomach. “Boyfriend,” I repeat.
Not my fake boyfriend. My actual boyfriend.
He shrugs sheepishly. “Well, yeah. Unless you want to get hitched and really blow everyone’s minds.”
I quietly laugh with a roll of my eyes.
“Mmm, do that again.” Rhys nips my lip with his teeth. “I love it when you roll your eyes at me.”
He moves closer to me, and a wistful sigh escapes. His tongue sweeps inside my mouth with a hot kiss, but he backs away at the last second. “I already told your family off. It’d be fun to put a ring on your finger and really make them hate me.”
I freeze. “You told them off?”
He chuckles, pressing his hips forward. “Hell yeah, I did. No one treats my girl like that and gets away with it.”
I grow warm, not only because I feel his hard length between my legs but because I’m beyond flattered that he stuck up for me.
“Thank you,” I whisper, gazing up into his eyes.
He grins. “You’re welcome.”
I gasp when he pushes into me. My eyes flutter, and my body buzzes. I expose my neck, tilting my head to the side, and he takes the bait by running his nose along my jaw. When his hot breath hits my ear, goosebumps rush to my skin.
“Now, let me fuck you so good you forget all about them, yeah?”
A whimper leaves me as he slams into me harder. “Mm-hmm,” I moan.
“That’s my girl.”
A knock sounds on our cabin door, and we still.
My eyes grow wide.
“Who is it?” Rhys shouts, the veins in his neck straining while he holds himself above me.
“It’s Rachel.” There’s a quick pause. “And Cammie.”
“Go away!” I shout.
Rhys starts to move above me, clearly on the same page as I’m on.
“We want to…” Cammie’s voice trails.
“Apologize,” Rachel finishes for her.
Rhys scoffs. Our eyes clash, and when I grin, he mimics it.
“Sorry,” he says toward the door. “We’re busy.”
