Chapter 20

With a groan, she allowed his tongue to slip between her lips, sucking it gently as her hips instinctively arched upward. Never in her life had she ever felt the touch of a man’s hand. Not unless it was to dole out punishment. Now her body was changing, altering as his kiss deepened.

Her lips softened, her nipples hardened to tight points, nearly begging to be stroked, her fingers spread across the chiselled muscles of his chest. Then, as swiftly as he’d kissed her, Rhye pulled back to regard her with a strange expression of wariness. As if he was as caught off guard by her volatile reaction as she was. Embarrassed, Lily smacked her hands against his chest. Damn the bastard. She’d just made a fool of herself, and it was entirely his fault.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"Kissing my wife?"

"Rhye, we-"

It was pure heaven when Rhye kissed her again. He aroused her just as much. As they stood together at the cottage's open door, her skin still felt too