This was coming alarmingly too easy. Rhys would have hesitated far more, put an absolute stop to this if she wasn't equally as enthusiastic about the whole thing. She was running the show really. Rhys was positive he could stop if she asked him too. It might slowly kill him, but he could.

The need didn't seem to be there though as she arched against him and he had to contain the urge to toss her on the bed immediately. The late afternoon sun filtered through the closed curtains, only giving him enough light to see the same desire he felt matched in her eyes and in her movements as she slid her hands under his shirt. He slid his hands down the front of her bodice, searching for the buttons as the first step to getting the layers between them out of the way. Rusty as he was in this aspect of life, he made short work of the buttons, pushing the bodice from her shoulders to be forgotten on the floor. The newly exposed skin was too tempting and Rhys ducked his head down her neck, trailing kisses down her flushed skin to her collarbone, over her shoulder. His hands reached around to the laces of her corset, pulling at the ties, hoping to loosen it enough to make unhooking the front easier.

Her hands on his skin were driving him mad, and he had to pause on her corset to pull her against him once more, recapturing her lips with his as he started to guide her backwards towards his bed.