20. RHETT
RHETT
“Food, Avery.” My rasp is lost to a swallow as her head falls to the side and her hazel eyes meet mine.
“I’m not hungry,” she croaks, hands grasping the open collar of my shirt. “Not for food, Doc.”
Her chest rises and falls with shallow, rapid breaths that make my stomach knot and my hands burn with the need to pull her onto my lap and maul her like a pubescent boy.
Turns out my dick likes that idea even more than my brain, straining painfully against my pants. And when her gaze fixates on it, tongue licking over her lips, I can’t ignore it.
“You said you wanted me all to yourself…” Avery breathes.
Again, her words are punctuated by a nervous swallow as she gnaws on that plump lip that’s starred in so many of my dirty thoughts and daydreams.
“So fucking much.”
The apples of her cheeks flush a deep rose as I rearrange us so that she’s straddling my thighs.
“Don’t get shy on me now. Tell me what you want.”
My pants become tighter and tighter the longer she stares at me, biting, licking and sucking at her lip. That innocently sexy look in her eyes makes it impossible to get my dick under control as her entire body shudders over me.
“I want to fuck you, sunshine. I want to hear you moan my name while I’m buried deep inside you. I want you to come so hard on my cock that you can’t think of or feel anything other than me and what I do to you.”
Cheeks flushing brighter, she levels me with an intrepid stare. I don’t know what she’s thinking, but it can’t be anything innocent with how her skin erupts in goose bumps and her tits look like they’re about to burst from her dress.
Holding my hand palm up, I wait for Avery to give me hers. When she does, I clasp our fingers together. It draws her closer.
“Tell me, Avery, what do you want?”
She groans like the sound of her name from my lips is doing the things that I want to do with my tongue. I bet her wet pussy would taste as sweet if not sweeter than her warm mouth.
“I…” she starts, her voice breathy. “I want you and everything you said.”
Grabbing her ass, I pull her so flush to me that her breasts are in my face.
Her tanned skin is so smooth and inviting.
With a jerk, I pull her down so she’s sitting on me, bringing her face closer to mine.
For a moment I’m struck by the colors swirling in her eyes.
The quiver of her lips with every one of her breaths.
As they grow heavier and raspier, I bring my face closer, ghosting the tip of my nose over her mouth, inhaling her fruity and sugary exhales.
She’s about to speak when I thread a hand into her hair and pull her lips down on mine, hard enough that her gasps are strangled and her hands scratch at my shoulders.
Fuck! It feels so good! The way she touches me, like she’s trying to get all the way under my skin and bones. Deepening my kiss, I lick into her mouth, and her body presses to mine, breasts to the top of my chest, hot pussy to my throbbing, aching dick.
Good fucking God!
I keep kissing her through her breathlessness, nipping and licking at her lips and tongue.
Slow and fast and messy…eager and savoring and tentative.
Exactly like adolescent kisses because for right now, we can just be a boy and girl getting lost in a moment.
Life isn’t complicated. The past has no bearing or hold on us.
The longer we kiss, the tighter my hand winds in her hair, tugging so that the thick strands cut into my flesh. With a long, drawn-out moan, Avery grinds over me. Her head falls back while I bite down on her lip, and the hand cupping her ass slips under her dress.
Tracing the length of her thigh, I drink her whimpers, absorbing her shudders and relishing the feel of her nails biting into my flesh.
Adolescent making out was never like this.
This good. This fucking consuming. It was never this electrifying or addictive.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop.
Avery is too warm, too supple, and too much of everything I never knew I wanted or needed.
And I wish so bad that I had found her sooner.
That I hadn’t made so many mistakes. I wish I could be everything she deserves and more. So much more.
The perfect gentleman and good guy. Not the asshole. Anything but that. I want to make her feel beautiful and wanted and as goddamn perfect as she is. My hand stills on her waist, halting her tortuous movement.
“Rhett…” Avery gasps desperately. “Don’t stop. I don’t want you to stop.”
A hand cups my face as she curls into me, the other tracing the lines and contours. Her entire body is trembling over mine with every drag of her breaths. She wants me so bad that I can feel it, and it is incredible to be so openly craved and desired by her.
So good that I can’t deny her as she repeats, “Please don’t stop.”
Shaky fingertips and lust-hazed eyes draw over my cheekbones and temples.
I stroke over the curve of her waist, slipping my hand into her panties to grasp her bare ass.
It’s so supple, and I can’t help but squeeze more while I tug at her hair harder than before, tilting her head back so I can taste more of her skin, groaning as she writhes over me.
My already stiff cock steels some more until the friction of her movement physically hurts.
Avery’s moans get louder, vibrating into the air around us. Her limbs start to buckle, body bowing into me while the hand cupping my face tightens and the other fists in my hair.
“Oh my God,” she pants. “Oh my fucking God!”
Yeah, I want to fuck her. I want to rip her panties off and have her free my dick before I bury myself in her. I want to taste every damn inch of her skin. To touch every part of her. Make her mine in every fucking way.
Her ass clenches in my hand, and I know that she’ll come if we don’t stop. There’s a good chance I will too with the way my dick is pulsing and everything inside me is coiling tight.
Twisting her panties around my fingers, I pull them taut over her pussy. I can picture the way they tug through her slick, engorged lips.
“Oh shit!” A gritted whimper falls from her mouth, straight into mine as I grasp her nape and press her down harder.
“You’re going to come for me, sweetheart.”
“Rhett,” Avery whines long and loud as I use my grip on her panties to work her over me.
“I think about it all the time.” My cock pulses hotter, harder. “How you taste. How you feel… Are you wet for me?”
Nodding frantically, she screws her eyes shut.
“Look at me and tell me!” I press up into her, grinding mercilessly until her eyes meet mine again.
“Yes.”
“How wet?” I suck her lobe into my mouth, biting down as she sputters an almost silent curse. “How. Wet?”
“S-soaked.”
“Fuck, I want to taste you. I want to fuck you with my tongue until you’re all I’ll ever taste.”
“Oh God,” she cries softly as I continue bucking into her and working her over me.
My insides are buzzing. Scorching. The need in my veins coils tighter around my bones.
“And then I want to fuck you deep and hard, until you litter the air with curses and scream my fucking name so loud that it’s all I’ll ever hear.”
Her breaths jamb together, one crashing into the other as her body begins to shake and low curses fall from her lips. My balls tighten, aching and throbbing.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck…
Everything begins to haze at the edges, and our jagged moves become tougher to pace and control. And then she does it.
Avery screams my name. The garbled sound echoes around us over and over again, and I’m done.
White wash of heat wrenches through me, and I’m done.
Coming so hard in my pants that my vision whites out, every muscle in my body locking tight with the taste of her sweat on my tongue, her pulse thrumming beneath my lips, and her soft scent filling my lungs.
Goddamn.
I haven’t lost control like that since I was a teenager, and I don’t give a single fuck.
“Oh my…my...my…” Avery’s still trembling as she nuzzles deeper into my neck. “Rhett…Doc…that was…wow…”
Fucking perfection.
I could live in this moment forever. I want to be with her like this forever. To have her in my arms. To be the reason she falls apart. To be the one that makes her feel like the goddess she is. There is nothing I need more than this woman and all the good she’s brought into my life.
When I open my eyes, the sun has disappeared behind the horizon, and the last vestiture of light is the golden rays marled through the darkened sky. The sound of the waves lapping at the boat drowns out Avery’s raspy breaths as she settles into me.
“It’s going to rain,” she murmurs with her face still tucked into the crook of my neck. “The air is sweet.”
Shit, I checked the weather all day, but like the flatline, a fat drop of rain lands on Avery’s cheek when she sits up.
Sure enough, another follows before we’re both on our feet and packing away the untouched food.
Another one falls, followed by another and another as I open the hatch and throw the blanket and cushions down into it.
“We’re going to have to run,” I tell her, taking the basket from her.
We walk around to the jetty. The water is already lapping over it, and the tide has come in completely. For a moment I’m tempted to take her below deck and wait for the rain to pass, only there’s a rumble behind us. A storm is sweeping in. I should’ve known given how muggy it’s been all day.
Pulling my shoes off, I tuck them under my arms, before I jump down to the jetty. With the tide all the way in, the boat is a few feet higher.
Avery squeals when I tug her to me and drape her over my shoulder. “Oh my God! Don’t drop me! Do not drop me, Rhett Reynolds!”
No other woman that’s passed through my life would find this funny, would laugh and embrace the crazy turn of events, but she does.
And I fucking love it. The sounds she makes as I stride toward the rocks.
The way one of her hands grips onto my back so hard that my cock throbs with the frisson of heated pain that zaps to it.
“It’s so cold,” Avery shrieks with a shudder as I walk us through the shallows by the cliff to the path we walked down earlier.
The rain is getting heavier, and the rumble is coming closer. But she’s still vibrating with happiness when I put her down on her bare feet and follow her up to my car. She rounds to the trunk after me, where we dump the basket before I walk her to the passenger side.
“I’m so sorry,” I tell her when I manage to get a good look at her. It’s more of a groan as my eyes scan her soaked-through dress.
The white cotton has become almost translucent, and I can’t look away from the way her nipples have hardened and their shadow leaves barely anything to my imagination, the fabric clinging to her thighs heavily.
“I love the rain.” She shudders, swiping at her loose hair as I shuffle closer. When I grasp her waist, she rasps, “It’s a good omen.”
Her eyes roam down my chest, and her hand falls to rest over my stomach, fingers splaying over the grooves with a needy sigh.
“Yeah?”
Maybe it is a great omen, I think just as she goes up onto her tiptoes and presses her lips to my ear.
“Yeah, I haven’t laughed this much in forever.” Grasping one of her hands, I twirl her out and tug her back to me gently.
“I love the sound of your laugh. It’s the best music I’ve ever heard.” Rocking her from side to side, I guide her to her side of the car, twirling her in front of me once more before I press her to the passenger door.
With tear-lined eyes, Avery wraps her arms around my shoulders. “You danced with me in the rain,” she utters with an awed look on her face.
“I guess I did.” What I don’t tell her is that I have no idea why; it’s a first for me. Dancing in the rain is a new level of corny, even for me. But for Avery, I’m digging it, especially when she smiles up at the tempestuous sky with the biggest, beaming smile I’ve seen on her gorgeous face.
“Thanks,” she whispers so low that if I hadn’t been this close, I would never have heard it.
“For what?” I ask, pulling her flush to me and opening the door for her.
Her only reply is a deep kiss while I buckle her in, and it’s the only answer I need.