Rhys drank his fill as I laid out on the bed for him. I bit my lip, my nipples tightening as anticipation rippled through me.

“Fuck,” Rhys choked out. “Fuck, Parker, how can anyone be so beautiful?”

His tender words caused a burn of emotion in my throat and suddenly, I was no longer concerned about comparing myself to the other women Rhys had been with.

This was so much more than that.

For both of us.

I just knew it.

Something seemed to snap in Rhys as he divested himself of his clothes much faster than he’d divested me of mine. I watched him in awe, studying the light and shade of his beautiful body. I’d never been with anyone like him before. I’d always thought I’d be intimidated because he was so much bigger than me … but I was excited by the idea of being covered by him, wrapped up in all that sleek hardness. My brutish boxer with his gigantic heart and secretly gentle soul.

My eyes explored him, moving down his roped abs to—

Oh my.

I swallowed hard as I watched him tear open a condom wrapper. He rolled it on and as he did so, I grew wary over his size.

“Do you think that’ll fit?” I blurted out.

Rhys blinked as my words penetrated, and then he grinned through a groan as he moved onto the bed. “We’ll make it fit.”

“Um …” My gaze was locked on him, hard and very, very big. Not just long but the girth … oh my. “Rhys, seriously … I am very small, and you are very big.” He crawled over me and my legs automatically spread to accommodate him. “You can’t fit a large object into a tiny immovable hole—it’s physically impossible. That’s a scientific fact.”

Rhys suddenly dropped his face against my neck, his body shaking with laughter.

“Rhys?”

Finally, he lifted his head, amusement mingling with lust in his beautiful eyes. He throbbed between my legs, his heat pushing against mine. “For a start,” he said, laughter on his lips, “you’re not immovable, sweetheart. In fact, you’re about to be so moved, you’ll feel the earth shake.”

My breath caught. “Well … if you’re sure.”

He held himself still above me. “It’s not about if I’m sure. Are you sure?”

I could feel his muscles trembling, saw the way the muscle in his jaw ticked as he held himself back from what he wanted. His eyes were dark with need but there was a light of affection, maybe even concern there.

It made me melt. “You’re right, I’m not immoveable. Things stretch down there. Go for it.”

Now he was shaking with laughter. “I love when you talk dirty to me.”