Targeted By Love (Between the Greys #1)

13. Rhodes

13

RHODES

I woke to the warmth of Maynard curled around me, his strong arms pulling me close against his broad chest. My cock hardened as I breathed in his musky scent. He stirred, pushing into me, and I couldn’t help but grind against him.

“Time to be bad.” I wasn’t sure what had gotten into me. I wasn’t this forward, ever. But there was something about being so close to him, to feeling his warmth, smelling the scent that was 100% him, coming down from the intensity of all that had happened since we first reconnected—I needed to act on my feelings. If he rejected me, so be it. But I refused to not let him see what I was feeling.

“Mmm,” Maynard rumbled, his voice still rough with sleep. His hands slid lower, caressing my hips.

I took in the sight of his sexy features—his sleepy eyes, stubbled jaw, hair tousled and pressed against the pillow. My heart fluttered.

“You fell asleep,” I whispered, reaching up to trail my fingers along his cheek.

“I guess so.” Maynard’s gaze locked with mine, eyes darkening with lust. I held my breath as he leaned in, lips brushing mine in a tender kiss that quickly deepened. I moaned softly, parting my lips, wanting to taste him.

My hands roamed over his back and shoulders, slipping under his shirt to caress warm skin. I ached to feel him, all of him, with no stupid fabric between us. Grinding my hips again, I deepened the kiss to the point I got completely lost in the taste and feel of my alpha, the one I let get away once long ago and refused to lose again.

He growled low in his throat, sending shivers down my spine. “Gods, Rhodes, I want you.” His hands moved to my hips, squeezing possessively before his thumbs dipped beneath the waistband of my boxer briefs.

“Not as much as I want you.” It was impossible for him to.

I whimpered, arching into the touch as his fingers grazed my sensitive skin. “Please.” I wasn’t above begging.

Maynard’s answering chuckle was full of lust. “My pleasure, Rhodes. My pleasure.”

He removed our shirts and pants, with no fanfare. There was time for slow reveals and sexy later. This was about raw need, need that couldn’t wait. He left us both naked, hard, and ready. His eyes raked over me, the hunger on his face mirroring my own.

“You’re so hot, Rhodes,” he breathed, leaning in to trail kisses down my neck, nipping and sucking along my pulse point.

I gasped, clutching the sheets as desire flooded me, slickness starting to pool. “Maynard,” I moaned, writhing under his skilled touch.

Gods, I missed this. No, not this. We’d never had this, this intensity. We’d been nothing more than kids fumbling our way through our teen hormones. This? This was so much more.

He continued his downward exploration, his hot mouth and talented tongue mapping every inch of my chest, teasing my nipples until they were hard and aching. I cried out as he circled one sensitive point with his tongue, drawing it into his mouth and nearly came as he scraped my nipple with his teeth. The man had a magical mouth.

But I was greedy. I wanted more and wasn’t afraid to ask for it. For all I knew, this would be the end of our time together. He’d need to go back to his life, and me to mine. I was going to make the most of every second of our joining. I threaded my fingers through his hair, urging him lower. He chuckled against my skin but didn’t deny me, his tongue teasing my navel before moving closer to where I wanted it most.

His warm, wet mouth closed around my hard length, and I arched my hips. He was as hungry and eager as I was. I loved every second of it. His tongue swirled around the head of my cock, lapping at the precum before taking me in to the hilt, all the way to the base.

“Fuck, Maynard!” My eyes rolled back in my head as pleasure coursed through me.

He hummed his appreciation, sending me into a frenzy. His fingers curled, massaging my balls, pushing me to the edge of orgasm.

“Maynard, I’m...”

He pulled off me with a wet pop, just as I teetered on the edge of climax. “Not yet, love. I want to savor this.”

“But, I...” I panted, my cock aching for release. It wasn’t as if I wouldn’t be able to go again. I had years of fantasies about this man to catch up on. I was going to be ready to go again quickly. Of that I had no doubt.

“Gods, Rhodes, I need you.”

“Then take me,” I breathed, not pretending to care about the desperation in my voice. I needed him, too, needed to be claimed, to feel his thick girth burning inside of me, to feel his knot.

He reached down and circled my slick entrance with his finger, teasing me, tormenting me. “Relax for me, Rhodes. I want you ready for me.”

Didn’t he see I already was? So fucking ready.

Nodding, I took a deep breath, relaxing my muscles as best as I could. Maynard’s finger entered me, gently at first, then picking up speed, giving me a preview of what was to come. “That’s it, Rhodes,” he praised. “You’re so damn tight, just like I remember.”

A second finger joined the first, and then a third, stretching me to my limits.

“Please,” I pleaded. “I need you inside me. All of you.”

Maynard withdrew his fingers, positioning himself at my entrance. “Look at me, Rhodes,” he commanded, his voice hoarse. “I want to see your eyes as I fill you.”

Damn, his bossiness really worked in the bedroom. His newfound confidence was hot. Back when we were teens and fumbling through this, it was great. I wouldn’t trade a single second. But this? This was an entirely new level of intensity, creating whole new memories.

Eyes locked with mine, Maynard slowly pushed himself into me, inch by agonizing inch. With a final primal growl, he bottomed out, our bodies flush. I’d never felt so complete as I did in this moment.

“Gods, Rhodes,” Maynard panted, nipping at my neck. “You feel better than I remember, and gods, do I remember it being everything.”

His words set a fire in me, and I bit my lip, desperately trying to hold on to this feeling.

“You feel so perfect,” he growled, snapping his hips faster. “Made just for me.”

Maynard thrusted into me harder and harder, faster and faster, our bodies moving together in perfect rhythm. Every touch sent a wave of pleasure through my body. I held him close, afraid that if I let go, he’d disappear. This was too good to be forever.

“You feel amazing,” he whispered into my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. “I can’t get enough of you.”

His words only intensified the pleasure coursing through me, and I arched my back to meet his every thrust. My heart raced as we continued to move together.

“I’m close,” I gasped. “So close.”

With a possessive snarl, he drove into me one final time, and I came… hard, my cum shooting between us. He followed right behind me, filling me with his cum and locking us together as his knot expanded to its full size. The stretch sent me over the edge. Ecstasy exploded through my body once again, and I sank my teeth into his shoulder.

I wasn’t a biter, but in that moment, I wasn’t able to stop myself. In some sick way, I needed him to have visual proof that I’d been there. I waited for him to be mad, but instead, he said my name like a prayer.

Words of love got stuck in my throat. Gods, I did love him, and if I were honest, never stopped. But we didn’t promise each other forever or even tomorrow. Not really. All we had was this, and I refused to waste a second more of it worrying.