34. Scarlett
“Ican carry my own bags, you know.”
“Sure you can. But so can I.”
I watched with amusement as Rhett hauled all my bags from the trunk of his BMW in one go. Two suitcases, my laptop bag, my overnight bag and a bag of gifts I’d been sent from friends and clients while I was at the hospital. “You just gotta show off about it, though, right?”
“Naturally. You could, uh,” he tilted his head toward the front door, “open the door for me, though.”
“Mmm. I should probably do that.” I didn’t, though. Instead, I stood there gazing at his impeccable hotness. His dark hair was gleaming in the bright sun, the top two buttons of his crisp white shirt were open and the sleeves were rolled up to just below his elbows. Looks like I just developed a thing for forearms.
“Scarlett.”
“Oh. Right.” I hurried to the front door, breathing deeply as I moved past him. Jesus fuck, he smelled amazing.
Unlocking the door, I led him through the house, barely pausing to push open the double doors leading to the pool. Everything was quiet out here, leaving only the hot sun on my skin and the pounding of my heart in my ears.
I slipped out of my sandals and let my bag slide down my arm to the floor, then turned to face him. “Have you heard about what happens to women in the second trimester of pregnancy?”
“Can’t say that I have.” Even the way he raised his eyebrow was hot. Man, I sure was a goner.
“You might want to put those bags down for this.”
Tilting his head to the side, he carefully placed all my belongings on the ground at his feet.
I stepped closer. “We get really, really horny.”
Rhett’s eyes widened, just a little, and the muscle in his jaw ticked. All the air left the room.
Slowly, I started to unbutton my blouse. The cool fabric slid off my shoulders and down my arms, revealing the stretchy black tank top underneath. His gaze followed my movements, then snapped back up to my face as I stepped even closer.
“Scarlett, I don’t think?—”
I pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him. “Shh. I know what I’m doing.” With a swift motion, I tugged at his belt, pulling him closer. His breathing quickened, but he didn’t resist as I undid the buckle and tugged his shirt free from his pants. With a flick of my wrist, I undid the buttons, then dragged my nails slowly down the exposed skin of his chest. I smiled at the tiny shiver that ran through him.
“I want you,” I whispered.
“You have me,” he growled.
And then his hands were on me, tugging my tank top up. His mouth was hot on my skin as he nibbled and kissed his way down my neck. I moaned softly. Christ, he felt so good, I could melt.
My hands fumbled with the zipper of his pants, and he stepped back briefly to let them fall to the floor. My heart was hammering as I took in the sight of him—strong, muscular, and so damn hot.
I felt powerful at that moment. Desirable. I stepped back, kicking off my pants, and pulled him toward the open double doors leading to the pool. The bright sunlight bathed us as we stepped outside, our gazes locked.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he muttered, his eyes dark with need.
I dove into the pool, relishing the cool water on my heated skin. The rush of it, the feeling of being naked and free—it was fucking exhilarating.
Seconds later, I heard the splash as he joined me. The water rippled around us as we swam toward each other. Our lips met under the clear blue sky, passionate and hungry. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he pushed me back against the pool wall, our mouths devouring each other.
His hands roamed, gripping my hips as he lifted me slightly, pressing me against him. I could feel his heart racing, his breath coming in short gasps against my neck.
Rhett lifted me until I was sitting on the edge of the pool, the cool tiles sending a shiver through me. My legs were still in the water, dangling down into the refreshing blue. His hands gripped my thighs, pushing them apart as he settled between them.
Leaning forward, he pressed open-mouthed kisses down my neck, over my collarbone, to my breast. My breath caught when he took my nipple into his mouth, while reaching up and playing with my other breast. His tongue swirled and his teeth gently tugged, sending flickers of pleasure straight to my core.
I whimpered as his mouth trailed lower, over the soft swell of my belly. I was barely showing, but even so, his eyes met mine, dark and intense, before he lowered his head further.
With gentle hands, he urged my legs wider. My breath hitched as I felt the first swipe of his tongue, hot and wet against my clit. I shuddered, grabbing onto his shoulders for support as he sank into the task with clear enjoyment.
His tongue teased, flicking and swirling, driving me insane. I sucked in a breath and arched my back, my skin tingling with pleasure. My hands tightened on his shoulders, my fingers curling as his mouth worked its magic.
My head fell back, and a soft moan escaped my lips as the tension coiled tighter and tighter inside me. “Fuck, that’s so good. Oh god!”
Rhett suckled gently, then pushing a finger inside me and curling it, flicked his tongue over my clit, sending shockwaves of bliss through me.
“Rhett,” I gasped. “I—oh?—”
He hummed softly; the vibrations sending me over the edge. My eyes squeezed shut as my release crashed over me, my body shaking with the force of it.
Slowly, I floated back down to earth, my body trembling and my breath coming in short gasps. Rhett kissed his way back up my body, finally pressing his lips gently to mine.
I tasted myself on his mouth, and it sent another shiver through me.
“Wow,” I whispered.
He chuckled softly. “Glad to be of service, Ms. Wright. Now I want you to do something for me.”
“Anything.” And I meant it. The way my body was still humming, still hungry for him, I’d give him anything he asked for.
He moved next to me and boosted himself from the pool, then pulled me to my feet. “I’m gonna lie back on this recliner, and you’re gonna do some work.”
“Work, you say? What kind of work?”
His eyes burned with heat I recognized well as he moved to the lounge chair. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he lay down and wrapped his hand around his thick cock, stroking up and down. “You’re gonna suck me off, like the good girl you are.”
Oh, that voice. It did wicked things to me, making me sit up straighter, ready to obey every command. I moved forward, my eyes never leaving his as I knelt between his legs.
The air buzzed with anticipation as my fingers trailed along his muscular inner thigh. His breath hitched as I dragged my nails lightly over his balls, then back up to grip his shaft. I guided his thick length toward my mouth, kissing the sensitive head softly.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his hips giving a slight thrust.
His cock twitched in my hand, and I smiled, taking my time to admire him. I loved looking at him. Tall, broad-shouldered, with strong arms and a chiseled face. Those deep brown eyes that could see right through me, coupled with that sinful mouth that knew just how to use words. All of it was mine to play with.
Running my tongue along the veiny underside, I lapped at the bead of moisture gathering at the tip, tasting the familiar saltiness of him. Taking my time, I swirled my tongue around the head, feeling him swell in my mouth.
“Christ, that’s good,” he groaned.
I hummed in agreement, the deep vibration making him hiss again. Smiling, I took him in deeper, relaxing my throat as I swallowed him down. His hands gripped the arms of the chair, his body tensing as he tried to hold himself still.
Dragging my mouth back up, I swirled my tongue around the head, then took him deep again, a little deeper this time. His fingers tightened on the chair, his breath coming in harsh gasps now.
His taste exploded on my tongue as he filled my mouth, and I moaned softly, the vibrations making him groan. Our eyes locked, and I saw the pleasure and the battle for control there.
Damn, he was beautiful like this.
My fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft, stroking firmly as I bobbed my head, taking him deep and then pulling off to lick and suck. His eyes squeezed shut at the sensation, and he bit out a curse.
“Like that, do you?” My voice was throaty, thick with need.
“Fuck yes.” The words were torn from him, his breath coming in jagged pants now.
I blew a cool stream of air over his damp length, enjoying the way his whole body shuddered. With a new fierceness, I took him in my mouth again, sucking hard as I bobbed my head.
“Jesus, Scarlett, you’re gonna make me come. Stop.” Reaching down, he wrapped a tight fist around my hair and pulled me back. “Now come up here.”
I did as I was told, and he kissed me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine as I melted into him. My skin was on fire, every nerve ending alive as his mouth moved on mine. I wanted more. I needed more.
His hands gripped my hips, nudging me back slightly. I whimpered softly, not wanting the break in contact.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy.” His eyes burned into mine as he held my gaze. “I want you to ride me. I want to watch you.”
Oh, that voice. That sinful, wicked voice.
I positioned myself above him, feeling deliciously powerful. I squeezed my eyes shut as I sank down onto him, groaning softly as he filled me.
Rhett’s hands slid up my legs, his thumbs ghosting over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, making me shiver. My breath caught as I sank down further, taking him in, feeling deliciously full.
His hands tightened on my hips, guiding me as I started to move. I rose up slowly, feeling him stretch and fill me, then sank back down, savoring the perfect friction.
“That’s it,” he whispered, his throat working as he swallowed. “Ride me, Scarlett.”
I did. Rising up again, my breath catching as I felt him slide out, then sank back down, moaning softly at the incredible sensation.
His hands slid up my sides, his thumbs brushing my breasts. I gasped softly as his fingers teased my nipples, making them pebble. “You feel so damn good,” he whispered.
I leaned forward slightly, my hands braced on his chest, and started to move with a slow rhythm, feeling him deep within me. I closed my eyes, focusing on the pleasure, the incredible fullness.
Rhett’s hands slid back down to my hips, his fingers digging in slightly as I quickened my pace. The slapping sound of our bodies filled the air, accompanied by our heavy breathing.
I threw my head back and rode him even harder. His hands urged me on, helping me find my rhythm as I moved faster, my body on fire with pleasure.
I was so close. So damn close. My body was clenching around him, the coil of tension tightening with every thrust.
His hips rose to meet mine, his hands gripping my hips as he thrust up hard. “Fuck, Scarlett. Come for me.”
That was all it took. I cried out, my body shaking as my release crashed over me. I felt Rhett let go as well, his fingers digging into my hips as he surged up into me, his body tensing.
My breath came in harsh pants as the waves of pleasure washed over me, rippling through my whole body. Slowly, I opened my eyes, meeting his intense gaze. “Mmm, just what the doctor ordered.”
His lips curved into a satisfied smile, and he reached up to tuck a damp strand of hair behind my ear. “I think I should give her a bonus.”
I laughed softly, feeling deliciously sated. I leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his chest, then rested my head there, feeling the thud of his heart beneath my cheek.
His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as we both caught our breath. The sun beat down on us, and the water glistened, sparkling in the light.
I closed my eyes, feeling boneless and content. It was quiet, peaceful. The only sounds were our breathing and the distant hum of cars.
Peace. That’s what I felt at this moment. Peace, and a little bit of bliss. For a few moments, at least. Until, “Now I’m hungry.”
His deep chuckle rumbled through me. “Christ, you’re insatiable.”
“Mm hmm.”