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  “So did I,” he murmured. His eyes darted past her to the interior and he smiled slightly, “She’s passed out.”

  “She’ll sleep through the night.” Jenna smiled fondly as she thought about Ferris and how the little girl always gave one hundred and fifty percent, right up until the moment she crashed. “Thankfully I can still carry her from the car to her bedroom. I’m not sure what I’ll do when she gets bigger.”

  “That’s when you get a wheelbarrow,” he said. “It’s a much easier way to move a body.”

  The wry comment made her grin and suddenly she didn’t want the night to end, she didn’t want to leave Rhys. Going up on her tip toes, she pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his lips. The stubble of his beard rasped against her tender flesh and the heated musk of Rhys filled her senses. Her desire for him was a pleasant ache deep in her belly and she didn’t want to leave even though she knew she had to go. Keeping her mouth against his, she whispered, “Thank you, Rhys, for everything.”

  The corners of his lips curved upwards in a wicked smile, “Throw caution to the wind, Jenna; let go and I’ll be there to catch you.”

  “You make me want things I shouldn’t even be thinking about, Rhys, not when I am a mother and I have so many people relying on me to be sensible.” Stepping away from him, she swallowed thickly. He was so tempting and in this moment she was too tempted; she had no defenses in place to protect her tender heart against such warmth. Beneath the dark night sky, it didn’t matter but in the morning she’d wake up and remember who she was. And who she was no longer.

  With a shaky smile, she reached up and ran her fingers along the carved line of his jaw, the bristles of his beard growth rough beneath her fingertips. She wanted to touch him and never stop and that was a dangerous wish. And yet being with Rhys seemed… right. Fated. Which was ridiculous; she wasn’t the sister who believed in magic, no matter how magical she felt in Rhys’s sphere. “If I stay any longer I’ll want to stay all night and I have a sleeping child in the back seat and a million reasons why I shouldn’t get involved with you.”

  Holding her eyes, he put his hand over hers and kissed her palm, “I’ll call you, Jenna Jacobs and we’re going to figure this out.”

  She smiled even as tears glittered in her eyes; she was finally saying goodbye to the past and it was heartbreaking and nerve-wracking and long overdue. “I’ll see you later then.”

  “Definitely,” he promised, opening her car door and letting her slide into the driver’s seat. Leaning against the frame, he bent down, his long hair falling forward to brush against her lap, “This is only the beginning, sweetheart; like I said earlier, I’m not letting you go.”

  “Good night, Rhys,” she said softly, feeling the world shift once more.

  Chapter 3

  By the time she got home, Jenna head felt like it was stuffed with cotton and she was looking forward to pouring herself a glass of wine, which she hadn’t done in ages, and relaxing with a steamy book. Her thoughts about Rhys were all muddled and she knew that she was moving too fast; she just couldn’t seem to stop herself. It had felt so right being in his arms.

  As soon as she had Ferris tucked into bed, she grabbed the book she saved for nights she had too much pent up energy and headed straight for her room where she put on her old nightshirt. Her head was a little cloudy but she still felt good. She felt like she was eighteen again with the whole world laid at her feet, no longer old before her time with the weight of a life not lived on her shoulders.

  As much as she adored her daughter, Jenna needed adult interaction. She craved the intimacy of two adults coming together in the dark of night and connecting on a physical level. Jeremy was supposed to be her other half, to hold her hand when the road became too difficult, to lean on her when his load became too heavy and it nearly destroyed her when he was taken from her. If she hadn’t had her family she would have lost it long ago. All of them had given her so much and she could never repay them.

  Hell, Melanie gave up her scholarship to attend culinary school in Paris to help Jenna out, choosing to go to the local college instead so she could stay home. And Lenni never complained; she simply rolled up her sleeves, grabbed a diaper and said that there was always going to be other opportunities but only one Ferris. And she threw herself into aunt-hood with gusto, as if giving up Paris was nothing. Jenna envied Lenni’s uncanny ability to roll with whatever life threw at her and make it into some fairy tale dream. Birds probably rose up in chorus wherever she went.

  Jenna chuckled to herself; Lenni and Ferris were two peas in a pod, living in a fantasy world of their own creation. Lenni was extremely lucky Vaughn turned out to be such a wonderful guy; it made Jenna cringe when she considered what could have happened New Year’s Eve had Vaughn been anyone else.

  But that was Lenni, the gods’ favorite mortal.

  The ringing of the phone startled her out of her melancholy and without checking to see who was calling, she answered, “Hello?”

  “Jenna,” Rhys’s smooth voice caressed her from over the phone. “I’m just calling to make sure you got home safely.”

  She smiled, appreciating his consideration. Getting comfortable on the bed, she answered, “We arrived a few minutes ago and I was just getting ready to read some before going to sleep.”

  “What are you reading?”

  “Um, A Virgin in the Sultan’s Harem,” she admitted, knowing the title gave everything away. The sound of his voice brought back the exhilarating memory of being in his arms, a thin layer of cotton the only thing between them. She was no longer asleep and it felt good; she didn’t want the feeling to end.

  After a long silence, he asked in a raspy voice, “Do you want to play a game?”

  “A game?” His voice had been thick with desire, the sound doing more for her libido than some silly old book ever did. She knew what was about to happen and she welcomed it; she wasn’t going to go back to sleep without a taste of Rhys; she wasn’t going to go back to sleep at all. “What kind of game?”

  “What are you wearing, Jenna?” he asked in a low, seductive purr.

  “Do you want to know what I’m actually wearing or what I imagine myself wearing?” She was going to savor her time with Rhys; the rest of the world would still be wailing and gnashing its teeth in an hour, she could steal a few minutes before joining them. Smiling to herself, she lay back on the bed and tried to get comfortable as nerves and lust danced through her body, tightening her skin and firing up all of her previously snoozing sex cells.

  “It doesn’t matter.” He waited a half a beat before he added, “Since you will be taking it all off in a few seconds.”

  “Fine,” she mockingly pouted, her eyes sparkling with humor. “But only because you asked so nicely.”

  He chuckled softly and she squeezed her legs together as sensation shot up her spine. “I think I am going to enjoy having you completely naked beneath a prim wrap around dress. I’ll take you out to dinner at some posh restaurant and we’ll both know how close you are to being completely nude in public. One little tug and you’d be naked.

  “You’d stand up and lead me to a private area where I’ll fuck you into a screaming orgasm, taking your cries into my body with a kiss,” he rasped, his words making her wet. “I’ll make you come so hard that when we return to the table everyone will know that we had just fucked. I’ll be the envy of all of the men because I just made love to the most beautiful woman in the world.”

  “Oh, my,” she said breathlessly, titillated by the scandalous visions he painted with his words. Already aroused to the point of discomfort, it wasn’t going to take a lot to bring her to orgasm. She had never been so turned on in her life and she knew that it had everything to do with Rhys; he was a sundae of sex. “Melanie didn’t tell me you were so sexually adventurous.”

  “It would worry me if she knew.” She could hear the laughter in his voice and she smiled. “It’s not something I broadcast to those who are not my lovers.”

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��And how many lovers do you have?”

  “There’s only you,”

  “I find that hard to believe.”

  “There’s only you,” he repeated. “All of the others that have come before are forgotten.”

  She didn’t know what to say to that since it sounded like he meant it, that maybe she meant more to him than just a moment. Torn, she wanted so much more as well but it frightened her. Rhys was so enthralling and she worried that she was only one of many, easily seduced and quickly forgotten.

  “I’ve never done this before,” she admitted, ignoring the clamoring of her heart and Rhys’s curious confession; what if he was serious? “I mean, if what we’re about to do is what I think it is; is it?”

  “What do you think we’re about to do?” he asked, laughing softly.

  “Are you really going to make me say it?” Despite having had a child and a naughty imagination, she was still embarrassed. That was a part of Rhys’s appeal, the sexual knowledge he wore like a second skin. She was no longer Sleeping Beauty; he had awakened her with a touch and he would guide her and help her explore her sexuality.

  “I want to hear you say it.”

  How could she resist? “Phone sex.”

  He let out a low groan, making her wish that they weren’t miles apart connected by a small piece of wires and plastic. “You make me want to be reckless, Jenna.”

  “I’m pretty sure you’re reckless with or without me.” Ignoring his feeble protest and getting into the spirit she asked, “What are you wearing?”

  He chuckled, “Nothing. I had got out of the shower and decided it would be better to call the source of my frustration instead of trying to freeze it away.”

  Now it was her turn to groan as she pictured a naked Rhys with his wet auburn hair hanging to the curve of his hard ass, his skin glistening with water, the hills and vales of his muscled stomach beading with moisture…. “Are you hard?”

  She couldn’t believe the question had so easily slipped out of her mouth but she had no intention of taking it back. “I’ve been hard since the moment I held you in my arms tonight, Jenna. Now tell me what you’re wearing.”

  Running her hand over the front of the ratty old t-shirt she wore to bed, she pursed her lips and spoke in a low, breathless voice, “I’m wearing a scarlet leather corset that pushes my meager breasts up and a black, lacy thong that exposes far more than it conceals….”

  His rich chuckled filled her ear, making her smile even as it seduced her. “Tell the truth, sweetheart; I want to know if I can rip it off your body.”

  “I’d have to hurt you if you tried,” she countered, unable to prevent the smile from growing. All of her worries faded to wisps of smoke as she continued to play with Rhys; she liked the feeling of daring and desire. “It’s my favorite sleep shirt.”

  “Then I will just have to buy you a dresser full of flimsy silk lingerie just so I can have the pleasure of tearing them off your gorgeous body. And then I can use the torn scraps to bind you to my bed while I have my wicked way with you.”

  “I’m not into bondage,” she protested, her pulse fluttering madly at the idea. He had mentioned something about bondage before and it shocked her how aroused she got with the image of him tying her up.

  “Oh, sweetheart,” he laughed sexily. “You will be. Once I get my hands on you you’re going to be begging me to tie you up and fuck you until your eyes cross and you’re screaming in ecstasy. Turn off the lights and light a candle, Jenna; I want to seduce you by candlelight.”

  “Give me a moment.” With her cheeks rosy with embarrassment and desire and her body burning for satisfaction, she slid off the bed and lit a few candles. When she turned off the lights her room was bathed in a warm glow and she was ready. Almost ready. Catching a glance at her reflection, she made a face; she was a fool for going along with Rhys’s insanity. She should just tell him she couldn’t go through with it.

  Climbing back onto the bed, she picked up the phone, “Okay; now what?”

  “Take off your night shirt and your panties.”

  Smoothing her hand over the front, she caught her lip between her teeth, not quite ready to remove the last barrier between her and the sound of his seductive voice. After a long moment, she lied, “I’m naked.”

  He heaved a dramatic sigh, “Seriously, Jenna; take your clothes off – take all of your clothes off.”

  “You’re a very demanding man, Rhys,” she grumbled cheerfully as she awkwardly maneuvered her body to truly take the shirt off her body. Despite the warm air from the central heater, she shivered, unused to being naked anywhere other than her bathroom. And the one time on the roof with Melanie but they had been alone. She smoothed her free hand over her breast, cupping the meager weight of her B-cup in her palm, once again wishing she had Melanie’s more generous curves. “My boobs are too small.”

  “They’re perfect,” he purred and she nearly believed him. “I bet they are also exquisitely sensitive. Brush your thumb over the tip and tell me I’m not wrong.”

  Closing her eyes, she gently brushed her nipple with her thumb, inhaling sharply as pleasure jolted throughout her body. It wasn’t as if she had never touched herself before but this time it was somehow more. The sensation was so unexpected, so powerful, she did it again and again, imagining it was Rhys’s hot hand that toyed with her hard nipple. Grasping it between her thumb and forefinger, she gave it a light pinch and felt it in her belly. Her voice trembled as she admitted breathlessly, “You’re not wrong, Rhys.”

  “Imagine it’s my hand touching you, Jenna….”

  “I already am,” she breathed as her body relaxed and her sex swelled. Her hips rose and fell in a familiar dance and she wanted Rhys between her thighs, filling the emptiness that had been consuming her for so long. “Are you stroking your cock, Rhys, and imagining it’s my hand that is stroking you?”

  “Yesss,” he said slowly, the word lashing over her skin. “My skin is still slick from the shower and your grip is firm and your hand provides the perfect friction.”

  She could see him in your mind’s eye, his hard body sprawled across cream-colored satin sheets, his long hair clinging to his damp body. The chiseled muscles of his stomach flex as his body moves to the rhythm of his hand moving up and down his erection, as a drop of pre-come oozes from the slit on the tip of his thick cock. The image was so clear she almost believed that she had seen him in the buff, that she had intimately studied every inch of his divine body.

  “Slide your hands between your thighs, Jenna,” his voice reverberated through her, heating everywhere it touched. “Are you wet?”

  Her fingers slid easily through the swollen folds of her sex, gathering the wetness of her arousal as they moved, “Very.”

  “Taste yourself, Jenna.” She squeezed her eyes shut at his velvety command and her body trembled. “I want to know what you taste like. I want to spread your slender thighs and bury my tongue deep within your pussy, Jenna; I want to suckle your clit until it’s full to bursting and then I want to drink of you as you flood my mouth with your orgasm.”

  Her hips were undulating to the sound of his words whispering in her ear, her soul and un-self-consciously she brought her wet fingers to her mouths and slid them between her lips, moaning as she tasted her musky essence. “That’s my girl; I’m going to run my tongue from your sweet pussy and up your smooth stomach; I’m going to devour your luscious breasts and then I’m going to fill your mouth with my tongue as I fill your body with my cock. Can you feel me stretching you, almost to the point of pain? Slowly working my way into that tight body of yours, filling you and loving the mind-numbing pleasure of being engulfed in your wet heat?”

  Her hand moved back down her body and she pushed a finger, two fingers, into her swollen sex, almost feeling the pleasure of being filled by Rhys. Of being consumed by Rhys. “I feel it.”

  His breathing was becoming ragged, heavy and his voice was guttural as he kept whispering words of seduction. Her palm grew d
amp from holding the phone and her grip tightened, unwilling to lose the connection to the most exhilarating man she had ever known. “As I pump deeper and deeper into your body, my tongue tangles with yours I thrust one final time and fill you completely. And I hold myself there, neither moving nor thrusting, simply staring down into your beautiful blue eyes as I lose myself for eternity. I drown, Jenna; in your eyes I drown.”

  Tears leaked from her closed eyes as she imagined holding him for an eternity. “Rhys.”

  “Come for me, Jenna,” he rasped, his breath coming in great heaves. “Come for me.”

  Softly, she cried out as she came, hearing his echoing response as he groaned his release. Her hand fell limply to the bed and she was too drained to move, to think. Little aftershocks fluttered through her body and she thought it had been the most satisfying sex she had ever known. And she felt a wave of guilt swell up at the betraying thought.

  “That was….” Rhys slowly inhaled and then let the breath out, “Wow, that was incredible.”

  “Yes,” she managed to choke out as she desperately tried to get her emotions back under control She hadn’t expected to have such a profound experience with a man on the other end of the phone but there was just something about Rhys…. He was lightness and she sorely needed that. Swallowing, she opened her eyes and stared up at the unadorned ceiling and wondered if she could afford to have a mad, passionate affair with a man who made her feel so deeply so soon after meeting him.

  “Talk to me, Jenna,” he urged gently. “Tell me what dark thoughts are trying to work their way into that gorgeous head of yours.”

  She flung her arm across her eyes, unable to face the barren reminder of what her life had become. Plastered against her damp ear was a lifeline to the world of the living, the vibrant world of Rhys. Did she dare take the plunge and risk it all? Did she even have a choice? Slowly, as her thoughts slowed down and she could form words, she whispered, “I’m a mother, Rhys; my life for nearly seven years has been brutal. I’ve filled it so completely so I didn’t have to think, to feel, and now, with you, everything is hitting me and I don’t even know if we have a future.