13. Scarlett
Ilet my eyes trail appreciatively over Rhett’s body as he leaned in and turned the shower on. All the banging we’d done this weekend, and I still hadn’t had enough of him. We had to check out in an hour, so that’s all the time I had to get my fill.
“In you get.”
I stepped under the cascading water, sighing with pleasure when Rhett joined me, wrapping his arms around me and finding my lips with his own.
Rhett’s hands were all over me, slick with shower gel as he rubbed it into my skin, his touch making me arch my back in pleasure. I could feel his hard length against my hip, and I moaned, wanting more.
Then he pushed me against the wall, the cool tiles a shocking contrast to our heated skin. I gasped as he cuffed my wrists in one hand, holding them above my head. The dominant move sent a thrill through me, and I bit my lip as he reached for the showerhead.
He stepped back a bit, eyes burning with desire as he aimed the water between my legs. I cried out, my knees weakening as he teased me, the water pressure just right, sending pleasure coursing through me. I tried to move my hips, seeking more friction, but he held me still, his eyes never leaving mine as he tortured me with delight.
“You know I despise you, right?” The words were tough, but my voice was hoarse with need.
But he only smirked, turning the pressure up a notch, denying me the release I craved. My body was on fire, every nerve ending alive as he stood there, watching me squirm. It was torment, but I loved it. I wanted to come so badly, and he knew it.
Payback’s a bitch, but Jesus, did it feel good? Yes, it did. Until I couldn’t take it anymore. “Stop teasing me,” I demanded, my voice husky and desperate. I struggled against his hold, but it only made him smirk wider.
“No fucking way,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.
His fingers joined the water, slipping inside me, matching the rhythm of the shower’s pulse. I cried out, my body tense as he filled me, the sensation overwhelming. He knew my body so well, knew just how to touch me to drive me wild.
I tried to push back against his hand, seeking more contact, needing to be filled further. But he held me firm, his other hand tightening on my wrists as he denied me the relief I craved.
“You’re so fucking needy.”
My only reply was to try to roll my hips against his hand.
“Revenge is a dish best served hot and wet. Don’t you think?”
“You’re such an ass.” Two could play at this game. I was sure I could hold out just long enough to annoy him. Like he could read my mind, Rhett pulled the shower head away from my clit, leaving me bereft.
“You want to be a good girl for me?”
Yes! “Fuck no.”
He reapplied the shower nozzle to my clit, and I widened my stance, trying to get more pressure. “You don’t get to come until you beg me.”
I almost sobbed when he tilted the nozzle away again. God, I needed to come.
“You gonna take my cock like a good girl, Scarlett?”
“Ye…yes!” I was losing my mind. “Just…”
“Use your manners.”
I loved it when he talked to me like that. And I was done playing. “Please fuck me, Rhett. I need your cock. Please, give it to me. Please,” I begged, my voice a whimper. “I need?—”
Replacing the shower nozzle, he grabbed a condom from the shelf and tore it open with his teeth. I watched him roll it on, my body quivering with need.
Then he was lifting me, his hands gripping my ass as my legs wrapped around his waist. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him down for a searing kiss. “Fuck me harder than you ever have before,” I demanded. “Make it count.”
And he did.
God, did he ever.
He thrust into me, claiming me with a feverish intensity that had me seeing stars. I felt deliciously full as he pounded into me; the water pattering against our skin, mixing with the sweat that glazed our bodies. Rhett’s breath was hot against my neck as he moved, his lips and teeth leaving marks on my skin.
“That’s it,” I panted, raking my nails down his back. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
His movements became more urgent as he drove into me again and again. I could feel the tension coiling inside me, building to an explosive peak. “Come for me, Scarlett,” he gritted out, his eyes burning into mine.
And I did, crying out as the pleasure washed over me, my body shaking with the force of it. But he wasn’t done. He kept going, his thrusts relentless as he drove me to a second climax. I buried my face in his neck, screaming his name as the pleasure ripped through me again.
He found my mouth with his, kissing me deeply as he rode out my release. Rhett’s hands slid up my back, pulling me even closer as he found a new rhythm, slower now, but no less intense.
“Not done with you yet,” he breathed, his voice hoarse. “Gonna make you come again.”
I grinned against his lips because I fucking loved it when he got all dominant like this. It was like he sensed when I needed to be pushed, testing my limits, taking control when I needed it most.
“Is that so?” I panted. “Think you can handle it?” I teased, my body still shaking from the force of my release. Rhett just smiled, his eyes glinting with challenge.
He me moved inside me with agonizing slowness, pushing me higher and higher, finding that sweet spot that had me seeing stars all over again.
His eyes locked on mine, and I lost myself in them, lost myself in the feeling that there was only me, and him, and this intense heat that could burn me alive if I let it.
Then he kissed me, and I was swept away, my grip on his shoulders the only thing tethering me to earth. It was too much, sending me spiraling into oblivion once more. My body clenched around him, and I came so hard I could have cried.
Rhett groaned, his hips stuttering as he found his own release, his breath hot against my neck. We stayed like that for a moment, our hearts pounding in sync, our bodies slick with sweat and water.
Then he kissed me gently, his lips soft against mine. Oh, well, this was different. I kind of liked it, which was incredibly stupid of me. Tension oozed into me like hot treacle at the thought. This was one hot weekend and nothing more. Don’t go making it weird.
“You good?”
“Sure. You can put me down now.” And put some distance between us, for god’s sake.
He let me go, and I pushed against him the moment my feet were on the ground. Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed a towel without looking at him. The weekend was over. Time for a harsh dose of reality.
“Scarlett?”
Okay, I really didn’t expect him to be so perceptive. Not what I needed right now. “Yeah?”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I’d known from the moment he’d given me the chance to leave his room on Friday night and I hadn’t taken it, that this moment was coming. Kind of didn’t expect it to make me feel so shitty, though. I left the bathroom. He followed me.
“If you think you’re leaving this room without telling me what the fuck is going on, you’re very much mistaken.”
Did it really matter if I told him now? He’d find out soon enough, anyway. “The weekend’s over, right?”
“Yeah.” It was very annoying that he could look so hot and so…concerned? Standing there with just a white towel slung low on his hips. “You having regrets?”
“Um, not about the weekend, no. But about the consequences.”
“It would be helpful if you could be less cryptic.”
“The first thing I’m going to have to do tomorrow morning is recuse myself from the case.” There. I said it. How fucking embarrassing.
“What? Why do you have to do that?”
“What do you mean, why do I have to do that? What else can I do? We’re on opposing sides of a multi-million-dollar land dispute. I can’t, in good conscience, continue on the case after banging the opposition.”
“Of course you can. I would.”
“Well, sure, that’s because you don’t have a conscience.”
“That’s true, but also, there’s no reason for you to step down.” He huffed out a breath as he ran his fingers through his wet hair.
I stared at Rhett in disbelief. “Are you serious right now?”
He shrugged nonchalantly. “As a heart attack.”
I shook my head. “You really don’t get it, do you?”
“Oh, I get it alright,” he countered. “But there’s no issue here. You banging me this weekend doesn’t mean you’ve banged your morals out the window.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but he held up a hand, effectively silencing me.
“As long as you can guarantee that you’ll still do everything in your power to win this case for your client, there’s no conflict of interest. You’re not compromised, Scarlett.”
Narrowing my eyes, I studied him carefully. Part of me wanted to believe his cavalier attitude, that this could all just blow over without consequences. But the rational side of my brain knew better.
“You make it sound so simple,” I said carefully. “But this... this thing between us, it complicates matters. How can I sit across from you in court, argue against you, try to dismantle your case when I’ve seen you naked? When I’ve had your hands all over me, your mouth on mine?”
Rhett’s eyes darkened at my words, that wicked glint returning. “Is that going to be a problem for you? Being in such proximity after you’ve had my cock buried deep inside you?”
I swallowed hard; my mouth suddenly dry as his crude phrasing sent a jolt of arousal straight to my core. Dammit, why did he have to be so fucking sexy when he talked like that?
Clearing my throat, I struggled to regain my composure. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
“I’m also right.” He stepped closer until his body was just inches from mine, the heat rolling off him in waves. “We can be professional, Scarlett. I have no doubt about that.”
His eyes burned into mine with such intensity, such confidence, that I couldn’t help but be swayed. Maybe he was right. Maybe I was overreacting.
“So, you’re saying, even after this weekend, even after everything we’ve done...” I trailed off, my cheeks flushing at the implication.
Rhett’s gaze drifted down to my lips, and he licked his own slowly. “I’m saying I’ll see you in court, Counselor. And may the best team win.”
The challenge was unmistakable in his tone. Part of me was still worried about the ethics of it all. But another part, a much more primal part, couldn’t wait to go head-to-head with Rhett again - this time with our clothes on.