The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 205: Night out

Chapter 205: Night out

Beatrix kept thinking about what had happened three days ago with Rhys in the bathroom. The way his hand slowly slid along his length, how his eyes stayed on her and that naughty smile teased the corner of his lips while she’d only been able to stand there and watch.

The low groan that left his throat still teased her memory and had her wet despite the fact that the whole situation was long over.

"Beatrix?"

Beatrix jumped a little and looked up at Rhys. "Yes?"

He chuckled softly and turned her chin up so she couldn’t look away from his face. His thumb gently stroked under her bottom lip. "What would you like to do tonight?"

"Oh, um," Beatrix tried to focus on the question rather than the delicious memory from that morning. "We could go to a bar ... or club. I’d really like to dance with you."

Rhys considered that as his thumb moved to her bottom lip. Every light stroke made her crave a kiss. A low buzzing in her bottom lip spread through her mouth until she found herself pushing up on the couch, trying to get closer to his face.

"You want to dance with me?" Rhys asked, his lips nearly brushing hers.

"Yes. In public. With loud music and plenty of fun," Beatrix insisted.

"Then I think you’d want to change, wouldn’t you? Into some sexy little dress to drive me wild. Maybe start a few fights?" Rhys teased.

Before Beatrix could steal his mouth in a kiss, he drew back and winked at her. Frustration burned through her. Rhys had teased her enough since they got back together. He hadn’t even touched her, and now he was denying her kisses?

Two could play that game. She took off her shirt, tossing it at him before slowly walking to her room, taking off her pants along the way as well. She smiled as Rhys let out a trail of curses.

Before choosing out a dress, she shut the door. Rhys groaned from the other side, but Beatrix just smiled to herself. She pulled out a short, tight clubbing dress. Since she knew that Rhys loved red, she made sure to flaunt it. She looked at herself in the mirror as she added some red-bottom heels and smiled at the result. As first she wouldn’t have worn something like this but now she was confident enough.

The dress barely covered her ass and showed off her thighs. A decent amount of cleavage was showing, but it was sultrier and sexier rather than downright slutty. Taking her time, Beatrix did her makeup and hair, making sure that she was absolutely perfect.

Rhys wouldn’t be able to take his hands off her like this. He would definitely not let anyone else steal a dance or buy her a drink. Beatrix wanted to take longer, but she knew she could only make Rhys wait so long.

She opened the door and walked across the living room to get her purse. She had to make sure it matched as well. Of course, it just so happened that Rhys got to see all of her as she passed by.

She heard him groan and the couch creaked under him. Beatrix glanced in his direction from behind her hair and saw Rhys staring at the ceiling with a smile despite him shaking his head slowly.

"I think this purse matches well enough," she decided.

"You can just give me your wallet, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you, you know that," Rhys said in a low, gravelly voice.

"Will you?" Beatrix asked.

Rhys stood and crossed the distance between them. Beatrix didn’t back away or cower away from Rhys despite the intensity on his face. The heat in his eyes struck her breathless and rooted her to the spot.

"I will always take care of you," Rhys assured as his fingers brushed Beatrix’s palm. He laced their fingers together, pulling her closer. "Always, Beatrix. I’m not about to fuck things up again."

"Which means you won’t fight tonight," she whispered.

Rhys opened his mouth, then closed it before pointing at her. "You’re too good at manipulation."

"It was a question. Totally innocent," Beatrix murmured.

"I’m not underestimating you," Rhys said as the corner of his mouth turned up. "I won’t fight as long as you stay close."

"You don’t have to worry about that, Rhys," Beatrix said before kissing his neck softly. "I’ll make sure you can touch me at all times."

"Then we’re not going to have any trouble," Rhys promised.

Rhys insisted on driving them over, but that didn’t mean that he kept his hands off Beatrix. He lazily stroked her thigh up to the hem of her dress. Once goosebumps rose on her skin, she caught his hand and breathlessly shook her head.

"No more teasing," Beatrix requests.

"You can’t handle it?" Rhys chuckled.

As if she needed more of a reason to want him. This morning had been more than enough. Her mind had been circling those few minutes constantly. Focus had been next to impossible all day.

Beatrix licked her bottom lip and shuddered as Rhys teased the sensitive skin of her thigh with a finger. "Rhys."

"Yes, Beatrix?"

"Promise me you’re not going to get too drunk?" Beatrix asked.

He chuckled. "I’ve never been so drunk I was boring."

Beatrix rolled her eyes, but kept his hand in hers even as they pulled up to a club. Rhys paid for the valet, then walked Beatrix in happily. His hand rested on her lower back as they entered the club.

The music reverberated around them and the colored lights clung to their skin. Beatrix sucked in her breath as Rhys kept teasing her lower back and the top of her ass with light touches. It felt so naughty, but that was Rhys.

Beatrix managed to survive it until they got to the bar. Rhys pulled her tightly against him, making sure she didn’t touch another man which meant that her breasts were pressed right against him. She looked up at him as his eyes caught the colored lights.

"Is that the light or are you blushing?" Rhys asked.

"The light," Beatrix said a little too quickly.