"When one is on suppressors for a very long time and then there's a lull or a break, it can trigger a heat cycle," he groaned, tilting his head back so she had better access to his neck. "It can be sudden and strong. Like now." His hands started to shift lower, itching to pull that shirt up higher.

No! Bad, Rhys!

More than anything, he wanted to pin her against the counter and barely managed to abort that move and had her pinning him against it instead. Gone was his teasing, shocking language as he fought to keep himself under control. But his voice was still dark and silky as he wound both arms around her, keeping her close. It was the exact opposite of what he should be doing with her.

"I know you don't know me. So if you want to go to the center, we'll get pants on you and go." Good luck walking with that erection trying to bust through your pants, Rhys.