Rain.
That seems to do it for Rhysand. His hands cup my ass, lifting me off my feet with an ease that sends a thrill racing through me.
But his kiss is slow, as if he’s exploring my mouth for the first time, savoring every brush of our lips and I get lost in it. Slipping out his tongue, he runs it over my bottom lip, and my lips part for him without hesitation, tasting him.
Rhysand tastes like bourbon mixed something delicious I can’t help moaning against his mouth as it floods my senses.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, my fingers thread into his dark hair, pulling him closer as our tongues clash and sends jolts up my spine.
He carries me to the bed, never breaking the kiss. When we reach the edge, he lowers us both down gently, his body settling first. I find myself straddling hi
