Chapter 32 Rhett
Chapter thirty-two
Rhett
Audrey’s gaze meets mine in the mirror above the bathroom sink, her pink lips breaking into a smile as her laughter fills the small space, prompting me to join in as I take in the mess we made.
“Here, let me help you.” She reaches for the towel, carefully dampening it in the sink under the running hot water.
I watch as she grows quiet, turning to face me.
I tower above her, so she nudges me to sit on the lip of the clawfoot tub.
Audrey gently wipes the icing off my shoulders and face, her eyes tracing my features.
“You’re going to have to wash this out in the shower. I’m sorry.” Her fingertips trail from my hair to my neck, sending chills through me.
She doesn’t know how a simple touch sends me into overdrive, unable to think about anything but her skin touching mine.
I slowly lean back, reaching into the antique clawfoot tub, twisting the handle, letting the water get warm. Audrey stays rooted between my legs, clutching the towel in her hands, watching me intently.
Without speaking, I gently remove the towel from her hands and bring it to her cheeks.
“Thank you,” she whispers, filling the space between us, thick with tension.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” I reply, and she nods, eyes shuddering as I stand in this tiny bathroom.
Kissing Audrey is the drug I never knew I craved.
Her palms find the hem of my shirt, nudging it up, so I take the reins; pulling it over my head, letting it fall on the floor at our feet. My heart is barely contained under the bones in my chest. But I'm beginning to wonder if it doesn’t belong there anyway.
Because maybe it was always meant to be Audrey’s.
Her eager fingers pull at my jeans, trying to undo them quickly while our lips stay locked together, but I smile against her and shake my head.
“Not so fast. I want to take my time with you.”
My cock swells against my denim as her pupils dilate with anticipation, but I’d keep my word. It was time to show her just how good she deserved to be treated.
Switching spots, I set her on the edge of the tub and kneel before her. Bringing my mouth back to her tender neck, I unbutton her shirt, letting it fall off her shoulders as she exhales sharply, her skin exposed to the hot steamy air around us.
Her chest rises and falls with labored breaths, and I grip her waist, keeping her steady on the tub. I would never let her go, never let her fall.
Audrey was mine, all mine, and I needed her to know how seriously I took that.
With parted lips, I use my teeth to free her breasts from the lacy lavender bra she wore, drawing her nipple into my mouth as she rolled her head back, digging her fingers into my shoulders.
I licked and sucked, getting high off hearing her tiny moans and exhales.
High off the sweet smell of her, the need in me growing with each passing second.
As steam rose from the shower behind her, I pulled back, unclasping her bra, and hooking my fingers into her shorts.
I knew my palms were rough, my fingers calloused from working with my hands every day. Opposite of her velvet soft skin, unmarred, but she never complained. Her waist was made for my grip, and her thighs divided like they knew what was coming next.
In truth, I’d do anything she asked of me. Anything to hear her rasp out my name, anything to make her feel good, anything to see her come undone in my arms.
It was enough to make my cock stand alert, her eyes and hands finding my length.
“Rhett, I want you,” she breathed out, but I shook my head again.
“Not so fast...” I growled, kissing and biting the sensitive skin of her inner thigh while she ran her fingers through my messy hair, gripping me.
She pulls hard on my neck, making me want more, and as I work my way up to her center, she inhales sharply.
“Fuck, Rhett…”
I smile cockily against her core, which is slick just for me. With one hand gripping her thigh, the other cupping her perfect breast, I drag my tongue through her center, getting high on her racing breath.
Holding her steady, I taste her. Audrey’s eyes fall shut, her chest rising quickly, my name echoing off the bathroom walls as she presses herself into my face while I continue devouring her.
I would stay here forever just to hear my name, again and again.
“Rhett, I’m… going…. to… come.”
Audrey shudders, whimpering in my arms as I pull away, kissing her softly on the chest.
“Now I promised to clean you up...” I graze her arm, quickly shed my pants and pull her into the shower with me, wrapping my arms around her from behind while she lets me explore every inch of her again.
We made love until the water grew cold, until our panting turned to laughter, until I couldn’t stand any longer.
We retired, damp, to the bedroom, to lay the remainder of the evening in bed.
And it didn’t matter what was going on around us, what came before or what would be next.
All I saw is the woman I’m falling madly in love with.
All I see is Audrey.