Kayden
As soon as he said that, the tension in the kitchen shifted from a simmer to a total boil. Rhys didn't hesitate as he slid one finger deep inside my hole. One finger pushed in, then another, stretching me until I let out a high-pitched gasp from my lungs.
His other hand wasn't idle either. It reached up to grab my chest, squeezing the muscle with a grip that made my head thud against the marble.
My head rolled back. My vision swam with white spots. I gripped the side of the counter and moaned out loud, the sound echoing off the high ceiling of the kitchen.
Rhys didn't stop. He leaned in and claimed my mouth again while his fingers continued to work me over.
Then, in one fluid motion, he withdrew his hand and lifted me as if I weighed nothing in his arms.
He carried me out of the kitchen and into the living room.
Rhys hit the couch first, sitting against the cushion, and pulled me on top of him.
