Without Warning: A Billionaire Romance (Playboys of New York Book 5) by JA Low (the best novels to read .TXT) 📕

Rhys frowns at my words. “Don’t think you’re alone in your embarrassment over the situation,” he tells me. “I’m the one who found a beautiful woman in my home and pounced on her, thinking she was paid to be there. I’ve never done anything like that before. I’m ashamed over my actions,” he confesses. “But I’m not ashamed of the chemistry between us. We may have been strangers, but something burned hot between us,” he further explains.

Rhys reaches out and cups my face. His thumb runs along my cheek. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Ariana. About that night. About seeing you again.” His words have me sucking in a surprised breath which doesn’t steady my erratic heart. “I don’t know what happened that night, but you have embedded yourself under my skin.”

He’s saying all the right things, and it’s making my panties incredibly wet.

“It was a crazy night. Nothing more.” Trying to shake the feelings he’s awakening in me, I don’t have time to be distracted by someone like Rhys. His hand tightens around my face as he pulls me closer.

“I don’t believe it.” His blue eyes flare with lust and challenges.

“I can prove it.” The words spill out before I truly understand what they mean.

He raises a brow inquisitively. “How?” His voice drops, deepens, and it sends shivers down my spine.

“Kiss me.” Standing tall, I attempt to appear confident in my request.

His eyes flicker with desire. “You think you’re going to be able to stop at a single kiss?” His voice tells me exactly how this is going to go down.

Neither one of us is going to be able to stop at just a kiss, but I’m too far gone to back out now. My body is too needy. My skin is crawling with electricity, and I need him to stop this ache he’s created inside me.

“Yes.” My answer having none of the bluster I hoped it would have.

“Well, I won’t be able to.”

Next thing I know, his lips are one mine. I’m surprised at his swift movement, and my clutch drops to the floor. His hand is wrapped around my neck before I know it, and he’s moving us backward until my back hits something cool. But his lips have ignited the fuse inside of me, as my hands grip his jacket and pull him closer to me, which makes him groan.

“I want you, Ariana,” he declares as his lips trail down my throat, nipping at my flushed skin. “I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I want you.” His forehead rests against mine. “Tell me you want me, too. That this isn’t one-sided. Put me out of my misery, Ariana.” There’s an ache and need in his voice, and it’s echoing my own.

“I want you, Rhys,” I confess, my chest rising and falling rapidly.

His body stills taking in my words, then his hand moves to the strap of my evening dress, and he lowers the material ever so gently until he has exposed my breast. The cool breeze of the air conditioning unit turns it hard immediately. He leaves it there, teasing me with his restraint that not two seconds ago we were about to rip each other’s clothes off. This change of pace has me off-kilter. I look up at Rhys, and he gives me a devilish grin.

“So beautiful,” he declares, and I blush at his words. His hand grips my breast as his fingers pinch my nipple, and the sensation has a direct line to my clit. My head falls back against the window behind me as he masterfully plucks my nipple. His mouth moves to the tender skin just under my ear, and slowly and lightly, he kisses me down my neck, mumbling compliments as he does.

My brain’s been turned to mush with lust—I’m gone for.

The next thing I know, he’s shucking off his tuxedo jacket and throwing it to the floor as he falls to one knee. “I need to taste you, Ariana.” Grabbing my leg, he hooks it over his shoulder.

My teeth sink into my lower lip as his tongue swipes through my folds. Oh my God, his mouth is as good as I remember. He feasts on me like a starving man, my fingers digging into his scalp as I try to balance on one leg.

This is crazy.

I can’t believe I’m letting him do this to me in the middle of a party—a high-society party.

I think I’ve gone way past caring now, especially when he…

… oh my God.

Yes. Yes. Oh, just…

Far out.

I try to suppress the moans that are wanting to fall from my lips as he continues to drive me crazy. I’m not sure if I can take anymore as the tingles begin to crawl up my body. My fingers dig harder into his scalp that I’ll probably damn near yank his hair out.

Rhys then pushes one of his thick fingers inside of me, and I’m gone.

He’s pushed me over the edge as he curls his finger, setting my body on fire. I can’t stifle down the moans that fall from my lips. My body is slowly liquifying, but his strong fingers keep me in place.

He doesn’t stop.

Then the next thing I know, he’s picking me up.

What in the ever-loving…

His face is still between my legs as he swings me around before I slide down his tuxedo in a crumpled mess.

“Bend over, Ariana. Because now it’s my turn.” The way he looks at me sends shivers down my spine, so I do as I’m told. He places me in front of a velvet sofa where I put my hands on the edge.

Rhys grabs a generous portion of my ass and gives it a squeeze before lifting the edge of my dress and exposing my G-string-clad ass. “Fuck, Ariana.” He groans, his reaction making me smile.

The time spent at the gym doing squats was well worth it.

I look up and realize I can see everything he’s doing in the reflection of