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Kiss me and don’t ever stop, she’d said.

Well, he couldn’t stop even if he tried.

Isabel wriggled in his hold, and he raised his head.

“I am so hot, Rhys. I can’t….” She didn’t finish her sentence, but she was pleading with him with her gaze.

“Do you want to take this off?” Rhys fingered the fabric bunched up at her waist.

She nodded.

Rhys stood and tugged her up. The nightgown slid from her curves and settled on the floor in a heap. Rhys studied Isabel’s naked body, his gaze settling on the dark patch of curls at the juncture of her thighs.

“Rhys?”

He hated that there was a note of uncertainty in her voice. He wanted her to know that she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

He raised his gaze to her eyes. “You are magnificent.” His voice came out hoarse, almost a whisper. He cleared his throat and kissed her soundly on her mouth.

Without breaking the kiss, he took Isabel into his arms and laid her down on the bed.

Chapter 30

Rhys climbed on top of her and kissed her on the mouth again. His hands went back to her breasts, weighing the soft globes in his palms, his thumbs playing with her nipples.

Isabel whimpered, and Rhys looked down at her.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered.

“Touch me,” she said on a whimper.

“Here?” He ran a thumb over her nipple again.

Isabel arched against him, shooting off the bed. “Lower.”

Rhys’s cock jolted at her request. He took his index finger and slid it down her body.

Isabel moaned.

Rhys dipped his finger into her belly button. “Here?”

Another moan. “Lower.”

Rhys chuckled and moved his hand lower. He reached the patch of hair at the juncture of her thighs, and Isabel raised her hips.

“Here?”

“Lower! A little more… Ah!” she ended on a cry as Rhys dipped his finger lower into a wet patch of hair.

He split her feminine lips then circled her center before withdrawing his hand and bringing his fingers to his lips.

Isabel watched him lick the evidence of her desire off his fingers, her eyes wide.

She tasted so damn good, her scent driving him mad with lust.

Rhys returned his hand to her center and kissed her deeply as he kept playing with her wet petals.

Isabel moved her thighs, drawing his fingers in deeper. Rhys plunged his digits inside her, and she moaned into his mouth. Rhys placed his forehead against hers.