Rhys's nose slammed into a button on his chest, and the sharp pain... Her eyes immediately welled up.
Rhys reached up to cover her nose, but River Sterling pulled her even tighter against him. "Don't move!"
His gruff voice seemed laced with other, suppressed emotions.
Her nose ached so badly it felt like it wasn't even hers anymore. Rhys paid him no mind and struggled to get out of his arms, but River Sterling immediately threatened, "Move again, and I'll kiss you!"
Rhys immediately froze. She knew he was a scoundrel; if he said he'd kiss her, he really would!
Unable to move, Rhys could only curse him silently in her heart. 'Scoundrel! Animal!'
When River Sterling felt her go still, he silently let out a breath of relief. The heat stirring inside him and the body's intense reaction to it finally began to subside.
To be honest, a woman like Rhys—stuffy, reserved, and who could only be considered pretty at best—wasn't his type.
