9. Scarlett
Rail. Me. So. Hard. I. Forget. My. Own. Name.
“Five.”
Get the fuck out of here.
“Four.”
Are you fucking insane?
“Three.”
You can’t do this.
“Two.”
My feet were stuck to the floor, my whole body frozen, even as liquid fire flooded my system. God, his bare chest was right there! And the way he smelled. There was no way I had the strength of will required to walk out of this room. It was in that moment that he realized it too, because heat flashed in his eyes and he said, “One.”
Slamming the door with unnecessary force, he crushed his lips to mine.
His kiss was demanding, claiming me with a ferocity that made my knees go weak. I clung to him, fingers digging into the hard muscles of his back as he pressed me hard against the wall. A growl rumbled in his throat and the vibrations shot straight to my core.
“You’re mine,” he rasped against my mouth before trailing scorching kisses along my jaw. I arched into him shamelessly, whimpering at the delicious friction.
One of his hands slid up to fist in my hair, angling my head to allow deeper access. The other curved possessively around my waist, pulling our bodies flush together. I could feel every rigid inch of him, and my body throbbed with desperate need.
“Say it,” he demanded, teeth grazing my pulse point.
I was too far gone to protest, to cling to the tattered shreds of my pride. “Yours,” I breathed, the word torn from my very soul. For this one night.
A primal sound rumbled through him and then his mouth claimed mine again, swallowing any other words, any other thoughts. All that existed was the scorching heat, the tangling of limbs, the clashing of desire. I surrendered to it, to him, completely.
“Look at me,” he rasped, voice rough with want. I forced my eyes open, meeting his smoldering gaze. There was a silent challenge there, a dare to give in to this undeniable hunger blazing between us. Biting my lip, I held his stare as I slowly dragged my nails back up his spine. “I want to hear you beg for it.”
Defiance flared brightly, burning away any last shred of self-restraint. “Make me,” I taunted breathlessly.
A feral light ignited in his eyes and then he crashed into me again, one hand fisting in my hair to angle my head as his mouth slanted over mine. The kiss stole the breath from my lungs, his tongue sweeping in with bold strokes that had me arching shamelessly against his hard frame.
He broke away with a harsh groan, trailing molten kisses along my jaw. “You’ll be screaming my name before I’m through with you.”
A tremor wracked my body at the sinful promise in his tone. “Shut up and prove it,” I managed to grit out, even as my fingers clutched at his shoulders in desperation.
He chuckled darkly, the vibrations resonating straight to my core. “Oh, I plan to.”
His laugh sent another shiver down my spine, and I wanted to drown in the sea of sensations he was arousing. “I’m going to make you beg for it.”
The challenge in his eyes stirred something inside me—a raw, primal need I’d never felt before. “Is that so?” I arched my body against his, relishing the feel of his hard cock pressed against me. “You haven’t made me do anything yet.”
He smirked, a flash of white teeth in the dim room, and then he was moving, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the bed. “Get on the bed. Now.”
The command in his voice sent a thrill through me, and I did as he said, my heart pounding. Lying back on the pillows, I watched as he kicked off his shoes, devouring the sight of his broad shoulders and powerful build. When he approached the bed, he took a moment to just look at me, his gaze roaming over my body, drinking me in. My skin flushed hot under his intense gaze, and a shiver of anticipation rippled through me.
Then he joined me on the bed, a predator closing in on his prey.
My breathing hitched as he loomed over me, eyes burning with fierce desire. He reached out, tracing a finger along my collarbone, sliding the strap of my nightgown down until my breast was exposed.
“You’re so fucking hot.” His fingers brushed lightly over the sensitive nipple, and I arched into his touch. Again, with the smirk as he leaned down, his mouth replacing his fingers, tugging gently with his teeth. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.
The sensation shot straight to my core, and I hissed out a breath, my hands threading through his hair, holding him to me. His free hand roamed over my body, mapping every curve, every dip and hollow. My skin felt too tight, every nerve ending screaming for release.
His hand slid down my body, over my quivering stomach, and lower still, until he reached the hem of my nightgown. With agonizing slowness, he pushed it up, baring my thighs, my hips. “Be a good girl and open your legs, Scarlett.” There was no resisting him. His eyes darkened at the sight. “Look at you, so wet already and we haven’t even started.”
“Jesus, are you ever going to stop talking and touch me?” I hated that I sounded so needy, but there was nothing I could do about that.
I also hated the way he chuckled, knowing how desperate I was. Still, at least he didn’t need to be told twice. His fingers trailed along my inner thigh with such agonizing slowness I could have cried. Until, finally, he was teasing my clit with feathery strokes that had me squirming beneath him. “God, you feel so good,” he groaned, his thumb pressing against me and rubbing oh so lightly.
I was putty in his hands, my body responsive to his every touch. He knew just how to tease and torment me, pushing me to the very edge and then pulling back, drawing out my pleasure. My breaths came in sharp pants, my hands fisting in the sheets as I bucked my hips, seeking more friction.
“That’s it,” he urged, his voice thick and gravelly. “Let go for me.”
His thumb increased the pressure, his fingers working in perfect sync with my body’s desperate rhythm. I was teetering on the edge, my body coiling tighter and tighter until, with one final stroke, I shattered, crying out as wave after wave of bliss ripped through me, leaving me trembling and boneless.
He didn’t stop, continuing to stroke me through the aftershocks, prolonging my pleasure. Finally, as the tremors subsided, he leaned in and claimed my lips in a soul-searing kiss. “You have no idea how fucking good you look right now. How good you taste,” he whispered against my lips.
The feel of his skin against mine was electric, and I reveled in it, hungry for more.
“Rhett,” I breathed, needing to feel him inside me. “Just fuck me already.”
“Greedy, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” Shamelessly so, as I reached down to rub his cock through his pants. “Don’t pretend you don’t want it just as much.” Undoing his belt, I slipped my hand inside and wrapped my fingers around him. “Scarlett Ann Wright.”
“Huh?”
“I can still remember my name. Looks like you’ve got a lot of work to do.” With a squeeze of his cock for emphasis, and a shaky laugh when he sucked in a breath, I said, “Frankly, I’m not sure you’re up to the task.”
In one fluid movement, he shucked his pants off as his mouth crashed down on mine, kissing me into oblivion. He broke away just long enough to grab a pack of condoms from his bag. Then he was back, kneeling between my legs.
With his hands on my hips, he pulled me forward and positioned himself at my entrance. My body was quivering, hungry for him. Starving, in fact. In one powerful thrust, he filled me completely, and I gasped at the sheer size of him. The feeling was exquisite—a delicious stretching that bordered on pain.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, lifting my legs so my feet were on his shoulders. Oh god, he was so deep and so hard I wanted to cry at how perfect it felt. Then he began to move, and each stroke of his cock sent waves of pleasure through me. My body clenched around him as he drove deeper, stoking the fire that threatened to consume me. He was relentless, his pace picking up, and I matched his urgency with desperate moans and the roll of my hips. Until I was spiraling, careening toward ecstasy with each hard, perfect thrust. When my climax hit, it was like a dam breaking. I cried out, my body convulsing with the force of it.
But he didn’t stop, his rhythm never faltered. With his hands wrapped around my thighs to hold me still, he drove into me through my orgasm, drawing it out until it was almost too much to bear. I’d barely recovered from the second earth shattering orgasm when he pulled out and flipped me over.
“Yes,” I sobbed as he pulled me onto my hands and knees, pushing my nightgown over my hips.
I was ready for him, eager, as he entered me from behind. His fingers dug into my hips as he thrust into me, setting a demanding pace that I met with wild abandon. Each powerful surge of his body drove me closer to the brink, the sound of our flesh meeting echoing in the room.
My third orgasm was building, a firestorm of pleasure that blazed a path from the depths of my core to the tips of my fingers. “Don’t stop, Rhett,” I gasped, my voice barely recognizable.
He gave a low chuckle and leaned over me, one hand snaking around to stroke my clit in time with his thrusts. “Come for me, Scarlett,” he commanded, his voice raspy with desire.
And I did. I fell apart, the force of my orgasm ripping a scream from my throat as my hand slapped against the headboard to brace myself. Spent, I slumped forward, burying my face in the pillow.
But we were far from done.
My body was still humming with the aftershocks of my release when Rhett’s voice cut through the haze. “I want you naked. Now.”
I was boneless, utterly spent, but the raw need in his voice stirred a fresh wave of desire inside me. My fingers fumbled with the hem of my nightgown, but before I could manage it, he was there, his hands replacing mine.
He peeled the damp fabric from my skin, and I shifted just enough that he could get it off me. Then he covered my body with his own, the weight of him pressing me into the mattress. Why that should feel so good was a mystery to me.
I kept my eyes closed when he kissed me, tangling his tongue with mine. Staking his claim, as his hand fisted in my hair, holding me captive.
His other hand roamed my body until he found my clit again. The way he touched me had my toes curling, each pass of his fingers drawing a needy whimper from my lips.
When he knew I was wet and ready yet again, he said, “Look at me, Scarlett.” It was a demand I couldn’t refuse as he positioned himself at my entrance. I forced my heavy eyelids open, meeting his smoldering gaze. “I want to see every flicker of pleasure in your eyes.”
With that, he pushed inside me, filling me completely. The sensation of him stretching me, claiming me, was overwhelming. I felt impossibly full, impaled on his thick length as he began to move inside me.
Each thrust was a demand, a possession, and I gave myself over to it willingly. Our bodies moved in perfect sync, the friction building a sweet tension that threatened to unravel me once again.
The world narrowed to the man above me, the feel of his body moving in mine, the intensity of his gaze as he watched me fall apart beneath him.
“Rhett,” I breathed, my voice a mere whisper of sound. “I’m close.”
His response was a low growl of approval as he increased his pace, driving into me with an urgency that matched my own. It was almost too much, the tension so exquisite it bordered on pain. He knew. Because of course he did. “Give it to me.”
I did, my body convulsing around his as a kaleidoscope of colors exploded behind my eyelids.
He followed me over the edge, shuddering as he found his own release. The way he collapsed on top of me, burying his face in my neck, let me know it was just as intense for him as it was for me. As we lay there, spent, I traced the curves of his muscles, savoring the weight of him, the warmth of his skin against mine. My eyes drifted closed, and I just floated on the afterglow.
Until he moved off me, stretching out next to me. “What’s your name?”
“Mmm?”
“What’s your name?”
Of course, I wasn’t prepared to give him the satisfaction. “Asshole.”
“Weird name for a little girl. What the fuck is wrong with your parents?”
“Har har.”
The mattress shifted under his weight as he rolled out of the bed and went to the bathroom. I lay there for a long moment, gathering up the strength to move. Jesus, I felt like my bones had melted. But I needed to be up and gone before Rhett came back from the bathroom. There was no way I was up for the awkward conversation of him letting me know it was time to leave. On that thought, I dragged myself upright.
Fuck, where the hell was my nightgown? The sound of the toilet flushing had me panicking. I could have cried with relief when I found it, half under the bed. I was just slipping it over my head when the bathroom door opened.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Back to my room.”
“Fuck no, you’re not. The first thing I’m doing when I wake up is burying my face between your legs. Can’t do that if you’re not here.”
Oh. Okay then.