Chapter 30 #2
I’m able to imagine the way his hot gaze slides over my body, those dark, knowing eyes following the movement of his hands along every curve as they roam skin that has been aching for his touch.
The mattress shifts as he moves, and a shudder rocks me. His beard tickles the side of my neck. Warm lips send tingles of pleasure down my spine.
I tug at my bonds, chest dipping with a small laugh.
“Patience, Noah.” His breath cascades over my lips.
He nips at the lower swell, and I tremble, waiting for the next touch.
Need him. Need more. My lower body twists under him, and the movement brings my stomach into contact with his groin, only the thin material of cotton boxers between us.
I don’t have much time to think about it, though, because a second later, he readjusts, and his palms tease my breasts. “It’s my hands touching you.” He groans, and my breath gets caught as I wait. My back arches, straining—I know he’s there, hovering over me—and my nipples grow taut with want.
“Please, Rhett.”
“Anything you need, baby.”
My breathing is erratic, and I thrash, wanting so badly to put my hands in his hair and hold him to me. I can sense his broad body looming over mine, and I tilt my pelvis, hooking a leg behind his ass and bringing him closer.
And then, his mouth is drawing my hardened peaks deep.
His tongue flicks over me as his fingers pinch at the other.
Teeth scrape over my nipple, and I nearly burst from my skin.
“Oh god,” I cry out, pleasure circulating through me at every point of contact.
He keeps moving, pressing open-mouthed kisses more urgently over my skin.
He has me reeling. I never know where he’s going next, but it doesn’t matter. All of it has my blood burning hot in my veins.
Rhett’s labored breaths coast over my jawline as he licks at my skin, growling deep in his chest. “It’s my mouth on you, teasing you.
Tempting you. Mine alone.” His tongue slips between my lips, seeking.
My heart explodes as I return the kiss. I ache with the knowledge of a million such moments I’ve missed out on, and vow never to let him go again.
With every wicked nip and lick, we sink deeper, until I hardly know what to do with myself—or where I end and he begins.
He lets out a heady groan. “And when you’re ready, Noah?
It’ll be my cock inside you. Pleasing you.
Making you feel good. Giving you what you need.
” At those words, my body riots, desperate for him.
His hand skates over my stomach, fingers inching lower so slowly I think I might lose it. “Tell me if this isn’t okay.”
“Fuck.” Desire rushes in and takes over every thought in my head. “Don’t stop. Please touch me,” I whisper raggedly. “Make me remember, Rhett.” His beard rasps over my cheek, as he shifts, lips grazing my earlobe before he sucks it into his mouth.
Full vibrant colors flash behind my eyelids as sensation riots low in my abdomen.
He fingers the hem of my panties and peels them slowly from my body.
I lift my hips, hardly able to tell which end is up as they slip down my legs.
He shifts, jostling the mattress with his movements.
I may not be able to see him yet, but I burn with the knowledge that he’s now completely bare too.
In the quiet of the room where only he and I exist, he swallows hard. “Are you ready for more, Noah?” Those work-rough hands I know so well land on my knees. I know no fear, only the fiercest longing for him.
“Yes.”
He slowly parts my legs, and a soft grunt bursts from his throat. “God, you’re fuckin’ beautiful as ever.” Sure hands slide cautiously toward the crux of my thighs, every so often, pausing. Giving me time. Letting me feel him. Reminding me to trust him.
Anticipation has every one of my senses heightened to the point I don’t know how much more of it I can take … and at the same time, I don’t want him to ever stop.
The hitch of his breath is a thunderclap to my soul, the slide of his tongue along the flesh of my thigh the most exquisite torture.
Tension coils within me as his fingers ghost over my pussy, carefully, cautiously exploring.
“I’ve missed you, Noah. Missed the way you ache for my touch. Can I keep going?”
I suck in a strangled breath. “Y-yes.” He doesn’t hesitate after that, and the slow drag of his thumb grazing over my clit makes me moan.
I begin to shake as his finger slowly slips inside my body.
My pussy clenches around it, and I whimper aloud, hardly able to contain the words that want to spill from my mouth.
“You okay?” The rough rasp in Rhett’s voice speaks of his level of concern, and I quickly nod.
“I need you so fucking much. Need anything you’re willing to give.”
His soft chuckle has my heart thrumming.
“Noah, I’ll give you everything I have.” The wet glide of his tongue over my clit has my hips bucking, then when it flicks away, my body chases that sweet relief.
A moment later, he exhales, soft breath coasting over the sensitive bundle of nerves only a split second before his lips close over me.
“Oh, fuck.” I jerk against the restraints, my head lifting from the pillow as my spine bows from the sheer pleasure of his tongue flicking over my clit.
“Fuck, Rhett.” I gasp as the coiled tension within me begins to unfurl.
My heart is stampeding inside my chest as the orgasm begins to crest. There’s no stopping it.
Euphoria flows through me as I’m met with pulse after pulse of pleasure.
Aftershocks are still rocking me when I frantically pull at the rope. “Can you untie me? I want to touch you. See you.”
The bed dips, and the knots securing my wrists to the bed rails loosen. And a moment later, my arms are free, and Rhett tugs the blindfold from my eyes.
His dark gaze scans my face, and I know he’s searching for any indication I’m not okay. “I need you.” Greedy hands tug him down to my body and hold tight now that I can. His mouth crushes to mine, taking us back to a place where it’s just him and me. “Wanna be yours again.”
“Noah,” he heaves out on a ragged exhale, “you were always mine.” A second later, the head of his cock nudges at my entrance. It’s immediately coated with my arousal. “Fuuuck, I’ve missed you.” His dark eyes bore into mine, seeing more than just a broken girl. I’m his. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” Emotion ravages me at the same time desperation to forget there was ever anyone but him surges through my veins.
Fingernails claw and teeth nip as I take back my sanity and everything I lost in the years we’ve been apart.
Breath stuttering as my body stretches around him, I throw my head back, savoring the feeling.
There’s a wild yearning rising that hasn’t been nearly satiated.
He swallows, stilling as he fully sheaths himself.
My lips part, and I stare, dazed, into his eyes, my body remembering the overwhelming feeling of fullness when every inch of his cock is inside me.
Kissing me slowly, he mumbles, “This is the way we were always meant to be.” His lips and tongue coax mine into a wicked, fated dance as he begins to move, supplying a drugging rhythm that has me clinging.
I wrap my body around his like I’m trying to crawl right inside his skin.
Heat builds between us, bodies slick and moans of pleasure tumbling unchecked from our lips.
Tears leak steadily from the corners of my eyes as he takes back what was always rightfully his, and I reclaim the pieces of myself that I lost. He picks up speed, reciting words of praise that I hardly know what to do with but have my heart filling to bursting.
“Come with me, Starlet.”