The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 70: Reminders of her

Chapter 70: Reminders of her

Beatrix sat in front of the mirror as Rhys blew dry her hair. He moved the brush softly through her hair, his brows furrowed in concentration.

After they had finished bathing, they came back to his bathroom where he had offered to dry her hair for her. She was currently wearing his bathrobe. Beatrix didn’t know if she should go back to her room for a night dress or sleep in the bathrobe.

Rhys combed her head and put it in a loose bun. Beatrix couldn’t help but notice how good he was with this. It was like he had done it before.

He pressed a kiss on her hair, "How did I do? Do you like it?"

Beatrix’s lips curled into a smile as she met Rhys’ gaze in the mirror.

He raised his brows at her as he waited for her reply.

"I love it. Thank you."

He broke into a smile and nodded, "glad you like it."

He pulled away from her and walked towards his wardrobe.

She watched as he put on boxers, and removed his bathrobe.

Beatrix swallowed when she saw the hard bulge straining against the materials of his boxers.

Her face flushed with heat and she fiddled with her fingers.

It was hard to believe that thing was inside her mouth a few minutes ago.

Beatrix averted her gaze but she heard him looking for something in his drawer,only to moments later see his feet stand in front of her and he cleared his throat awkwardly.

Beatrix looked up to see him standing shirtless in front of her with only sweatpants on, holding a shirt in his hand.

He held it out to her as he rubbed the back of his neck, a faint blush on his cheeks.

Ermmm....was he blushing? Oh my God.... who would have thought Mr. Bad boy could blush.

"Is that for me?" She cleared her throat and asked softly. For some reason she could see this was hard for him.

But why? It was just a shirt.

He bit his lips and nodded his head, still avoiding her gaze.

Fuck he looked so adorable right now? Like a high schooler asking his crush to prom. Beatrix had never seen this side of him before.

Her heart couldn’t help but swell with warmth. Behind all that bad boy facade he was a soft boy at heart. Interesting.

She took the shirt from him timidly, and watched as he stood there looking at the ground, running his hand through his hair like he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him.

Beatrix opened the shirt and she gasped in surprise. It looked exactly like the Mickey Mouse shirt she was wearing the day they went out for the date. Wait, it was a date right?

"This..." she looked up at him. No wonder he was embarrassed.

Beatrix thought about something she would have never thought about Rhys, he looked cute as he fiddled with his fingers.

"I-I wanted something that reminded me of you." He admitted.

Beatrix broke into a huge smile, "Aww Rhys. This is so sweet. You’re really a cutie."

Rhys scrunched his face as if he was offended by her words.

Laughing, Beatrix removed the bathrobe and placed it down on the bed.

She saw Rhys staring at her and she couldn’t help the flush that crept on her cheeks.

She would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy the thrill his reaction gave her.

She saw his bulge twitching in his pants as he raked his eyes over her body.

"Little mouse...." He warned, seeing that she was intentionally delaying putting her shirt on.

She dropped the shirt on the floor and bent down to pick it.

"I wouldn’t try to seduce me, love. Unless you want me to bend you over like that and take you from behind."

Beatrix’s breath hitched. She loved how he could be so sweet and then dominant in the blink of an eye.

It was just sexy.

Beatrix blinked at him and shrugged,

"Maybe...maybe that’s what I want?" She replied.

"You don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow?" He asked calmly.

Beatrix’s eyes widened and she clamped her fingers into his shirt.

Seeing the heat in his eyes she knew he wasn’t playing.

He cocked his brow with a smirk as she started to pull the shirt over her arms, and she didn’t miss how his eyes roved over her body until she cloaked it with the shirt that stopped midway down her thighs.

Since it was his size it was bigger on her.

Beatrix loved the smell of his cologne on her. She couldn’t put her hand on the scent but it smelt so good?

She had heard people say you could fall in love with her man based on the scent of him and now she agreed.

Her lips curled into a smile as she met Rhys’ gaze.

He raised his brows at her as he strode towards her.

"What?" He asked, clearly confused as to why she was smiling.

Beatrix shook her head, "Nothing, I’m just happy."

Rhys pulled her to his chest and pressed a kiss on her forehead, "Me too love. You look good in my shirt."

Beatrix smiled as he grasped her hand and he led her to get in the bed, and the minute they were both under the covers she was pulled against him to curl up against his chest as he wrapped his arm around her back, the other resting on the back of her head, his fingers stroking into her hair as they stroke against her scalp gently.

She could feel how stiff he was with her beside her. Clearly he wasn’t used to sharing his space with someone.

Silence fell over them, each one of them lost in their own thoughts. Only the sounds of their steady breathing filled the room.

She could feel how tight he was holding onto her as if he was afraid she would disappear.

"Rhys..." Beatrix called out softly.

"Hmm?" He hummed quietly

"Relax, I will be here when you wake up. I’m not leaving."