I tugged on Rhys’s hair, desperate for more. More of his touch, his taste, his scent. I wanted to fill every inch of my soul with this man.
He drew my bottom lip between his teeth and tugged. I gasped, so aroused I could feel my wetness slicking my thighs.
“Quiet,” he rasped. “Or someone will hear.” He swept his palm up my inner thigh to my core and let out a low groan when he discovered how wet I was. “You’re killing me, princess.”
He rubbed his thumb over my clit through my drenched panties, and I fought back a moan as I arched into his hand. He slid my panties to the side, and—
A bed creaked behind the door next to mine.
Rhys and I froze in unison, our breathing harsh.
We’d gotten so wrapped up in what we were doing we’d forgotten all about the people sleeping just a few feet away.
We heard another creak, followed by the shuffle of someone getting out of bed. Henrik, if the direction of the sound was any indication.
Rhys cursed under his breath and pulled his hand away. It was the smart thing to do, but I still wanted to weep at the loss of contact.
He opened the door to my room behind me and gently pushed me inside. “Tomorrow night. Gazebo,” he said in a low voice. “We’ll go together.”
There was a gazebo behind an abandoned farm, about a fifteen-minute walk from our inn. We’d passed by it on our way into town.
“And princess…don’t bother wearing any underwear.”
The throbbing between my legs intensified.
Rhys closed my door right as Henrik’s opened. Their voices filtered through wood as I tiptoed to my bed and climbed in, my head spinning from the events of the past hour.
Would the pleasure be worth the eventual pain?
I only had to listen to the frantic beats of my heart to know the answer.