Rhys’s POV

She arrived at nine on the second night wearing a soft black dress that clung to every curve I had already mapped with my hands the night before.

I opened the door and let her step inside without a word. The moment the lock clicked behind her, I wrapped my hands around her waist and walked her straight to the bedroom. I wanted her on my bed while the image of her body from last night was still sharp in my mind.

“Take off the dress.”

She pulled it over her head and let it fall. She stood in front of me in nothing but a pair of...