Without Warning: A Billionaire Romance (Playboys of New York Book 5), JA Low [book suggestions .TXT] 📗

was so desperate not to be like my father in any way, shape, or form, I inevitably became my father.” I can see the pain etched on his face, especially in the lines on his forehead.

“You are nothing like your father, Rhys. Believe me.” This has his attention. “And you are most certainly not like your brother.”

“You know he told me to stay away from you at the office,” Rhys confesses. “He said that the two of you were sleeping together.”

“What! No! Ew.” I screw up my nose at the thought.

He chuckles. “I knew it wasn’t true. Sandy isn’t as mysterious as he thinks he is. He forgets I grew up around his lies. I know how to read him.” I’m glad he doesn’t think I would sleep with his brother.

Eww.

Double eww.

“He just doesn’t want me to have something he desires.” Rhys looks over at me with desire in his own eyes. “Little did he know I had already had a taste and am addicted.” Rhys reaches out and picks me up, depositing me on top of him. My legs fall on either side of his thick thighs, the high slit in my dress exposing myself to him. “He could only dream of being able to touch you like this.” Rhys’ fingers sink inside of me. Oh my God! “Wishing he knew what you feel like from the inside out.” His fingers curl inside, stroking, bringing me to the brink. “How perfectly you come all over my fingers.” His blue eyes are luminous with lust. “The way you bite your bottom lip, the closer and closer I get to pushing you over the edge.” Instinctively I bite my lip which makes him grin. “You are the most intriguing creature I have ever met.”

“I want you, Rhys.” My voice is breathless as I close my eyes and reopen them.

“Oh, I know.” He gives me a cocky grin. “And you will in good time.”

“No.” My voice stills him.

Lust.

Desire

Need.

Have taken me over, and I’m frenzied by it all.

My hands go to the button on his tuxedo pants. He’s so hard against the silky fabric. I want him. I want him like I’ve never wanted anyone else before. My fingers pull down the zipper of his pants, revealing his underwear, so I move the elastic of his briefs down, exposing his delicious length to me. My hand wraps around his velvety skin.

“Shit, Ariana.” He groans.

“I need you, Rhys.” My voice is husky. “I need you to fill me. Fuck me.”

Who is this woman? Rhys doesn’t need me to tell him twice as his hand slips from me, and he pushes his pants down, not before grabbing a condom and sheathing himself. I hover above, our eyes meeting as I am suspended above him. Slowly, I lower myself over him, painfully slowly, and watch his face as inch by inch I sink down on him.

“Fuck,” he curses, but his eyes never leave my own as we connect at that moment.

Once I’m full, his fingers dig into my hips and hold me there.

“I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.” This connection between us is powerful and something I’ve never experienced before. It has to be our chemistry. It’s off the charts. We just seem to fit. “Please don’t push me away.”

His vulnerability catches me off guard. But then he begins to move me, his fingers digging into my hips and pulling me up off of him before he slams hard into me again, making me see stars. He does it over and over, those blue eyes never moving from mine.

It’s intimate.

Even though the fucking is dirty as he continues to take control and fuck me harder and harder.

My fingers dig into his shoulders as I meet each and every one of his thrusts. Over and over, we fuck in relative silence. No dirty talking. Just the sounds of our mutual grunts, moans, and groans. The sounds of our skin slapping against each other as we take each other in. I’ve never felt so connected to someone while I fucked them before, and it’s unnerving. The problem is, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to push him away after this. It’s as if each thrust into me, he burrows himself deeper and deeper into my soul, and that’s scary because I wasn’t expecting it. I wasn’t looking for it. And now I’m not sure if I can stop it.

Rhys’ thumb finds my clit, and I’m done for.

Stars, fireworks, unicorns take flight, and I’m soaring through the cosmos as he completely detonates me. He doesn’t let up chasing his own release while I hang on for dear life until he too is soaring through the cosmos chasing his release.

“Wow.”

He kisses me passionately, then pulling back, he confesses, “I don’t ever want to let you go.”

“I know.” Leaning forward, we rest our heads together.

“But I know I have to, don’t I?” Those blue eyes search mine in the hope of finding another answer.

“I’m sorry, Rhys.”

He shakes his head. “You have nothing to be sorry about.” He cups my face and gives me a warm smile. “You’re right. It’s bad timing between the two of us.”

I don’t like this feeling sinking in my stomach at hearing his words.

“We both need to sort things out so maybe we can have a chance.” Hope floats and swirls around me. “Because I can guarantee when we are, I’m never letting you go.”

I don’t think I want him to either.

“I’ll be ready,” I reply, which makes him smile.

He kisses me again, sealing our decision to sort our shit out first.

16

Rhys

Saying goodbye to Ariana after the gala was hard, but as much as I didn’t like her reasons for us not being together at the moment, I understood. I shouldn’t be looking to start a new relationship with the drama of my old one still hanging over us all. I need my divorce finalized, so I can finally get my life back on track.

“You ready?” my lawyer asks as