16 #2
"I heard you make a lot of noises, but none of them were complaints." His hand cupped the back of her head and pulled her close for a kiss.
"I'm glad you're here, even if it's just for tonight." Rhett laid her hand against his cheek. "You're the best birthday present I ever got, even if you did have to sneak out of Canada for me."
His hand played idly in the strands of her hair and sent little ripples of pleasure over her scalp and down her neck. "I didn't exactly sneak," he said. "I just told them I was headed to Dallas for a day and that I'd play catch-up when I got back."
"So, how's it going up there?" She settled herself against his shoulder but made sure she kept him in her line of vision. She wanted to drink in as much of him as she could. "Did y'all ever come up with lyrics for that music you wrote?"
"As a matter of fact, yes. I did, anyway." He looked down at her with a mysterious smile. "You inspired me."
"Me?" Rhett sat up in shock. "Really? That's the coolest thing I've ever heard. What'd you write?"
Laughing, Rhys bunched the pillows behind his back. "I think that has to be the most excited reaction I've ever gotten to telling someone they inspired song lyrics. Come here and I'll tell you about it."
Rhett leaned her folded arms on his chest and rested her chin on them. "Okay, lay it on me."
"You should know that it'll probably never be heard on the radio. They're the dirtiest lyrics I've written in my life, even filthier than 'Fill 'Er Up,' and that's saying a lot."
Her heart beat a staccato rhythm in a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. "How can it be dirtier than that?"
"Because this time I dispensed with the double entendres and just spelled it out, that's how.
" His warm hands traced gentle trails up and down her back.
"Once I got started, it was easy to write.
I just thought of the way you looked naked and stretched out on the back seat of my car with your eyes half closed and your lips trembling.
The way you kept saying 'Please, Rhys,' and how hot that made me.
How your skin felt under my lips when I finally kissed those lovely breasts, and the way you moaned deep in your throat when I sucked on them. "
"You..." She had to stop to lick her suddenly dry lips. "You put that in a song?"
"Oh, that's just the beginning." One of his hands continued stroking her back while the other rose to her face.
"I wrote about the way you look when you're turned on, and your eyes get dark and intense.
" His thumb ran across her bottom lip. "The way your lips get more full and lush. Then I added how your legs opened to my touch, and how hot and wet you were when I put my fingers inside you. And the way you tasted against my tongue, the way your hips jerked when I sucked on your—”
"Damn, Rhys." His description of what happened that day had her throbbing with desire all over again.
"The way you sounded when you came, hoarse and husky and so fucking beautiful.
And, of course, the last verse is the way it felt when I was finally inside you, like I'd plunged into hot satin.
The way your body closed around me and gripped me, and the way you shuddered inside with every single thrust."
His smile was hot, wild, and beautiful, and Rhett couldn't help but shudder again. "I can't believe you wrote that."
"I had to. It's all I've been able to think about the whole time I've been gone.
Christ, Rhett, I keep seeing you lying there on the seat, that amazing body open to me, and I get hard as fuck all over again.
" He tilted her head up and looked her full in the eye.
"And I can tell by the way you look right now that you're just as turned on thinking about it.
I think you like it when I talk dirty to you. "
"I love it when you talk dirty to me." She licked her lips again. "But the song isn't finished yet. No, you're going to have to write another verse."
"Oh, am I? And what will it be about?"
"It'll be about how it feels when I run my tongue up you and finally taste you.
" She paused as he hitched in a hiss of breath through his teeth.
"You can write about the way it feels when I take you down my throat.
" Never in her life had she uttered such things to anyone, but the tight, almost hard look it brought to his face spurred her on.
"Write it down, Rhys, the way it feels when I let you fuck my mouth. "
A low, deep, guttural sound came from his throat, and he shifted his body. Rhett unfolded her arms and reached under the sheet that covered his hips.
"Damn," she whispered, finding him hot and heavy and jerking in her hand. "I think you like it when I talk dirty to you, too."
His hand under her chin lifted her face to his, and her breath caught at the intense look in his eyes. "You know what I like, baby? I like everything about you."
Warmth bloomed in her chest at that statement, and flowed through her body, leaving her feeling as rich and sweet as melted chocolate.
"Then you're gonna love this." She flung the sheet aside and settled herself between his legs.
It was the first good look she'd been able to take, and she drew in a deep, trembling breath.
No wonder he made her come so hard with something that big.
She touched her tongue to the tip for a brief second, but it was enough to make him mutter obscenities under his breath and plunge his hands in her hair.
"Oh, Rhys," she said just before she got down to business. "I can't wait to hear you sing this."