"Sweetheart? You’re silent," Rhye murmured.
Lily smirked and opened her eyes a little, then let out, "And no one’s entitled to be the strong silent kind except you?" she urged, keeping her eyes closed. One glimpse at the impossibly gorgeous face and she would be flat on her back, begging for mercy. Or pleading with him to bring her to the peak of beautiful orgasms.
A woman had to have some arrogance, didn’t she?
He cackled softly. "You’re clearly tough enough, but you haven’t struck me as being especially silent."
"Oh really? Why is that?" Her breath caught as his hand traced the curve of her hip. "From now on, I plan to say what I like to say when I like to say it, and as often as I expect to say it."
"So I’ve noticed." He sighed and winked at her.
Powerless to ignore, she opened her eyes to meet his coolly amused regard."
If you don’t like it, you can always…"
Lily didn’t even try to evade the starkly possessive kiss that stole her words.
"I didn’t say I didn’t like it," he whispere
