Chapter 15 #2
Rhett stared, his eyes making their way down her body to her ankles and back up. They stopped to linger on the base of her towel. She shifted her bare knees and his jaw worked.
Peeling the soles of her feet from the tile floor, she closed the gap between them.
As she approached, the muscles in his forearm jumped beneath his skin.
She stopped inches away. Background music carried from a show blaring on the TV, but the whirring of her heart rivaled the noise.
She dragged her bottom lip through her teeth and swept her gaze over his long, brawny arm to the dark shadow that sprouted from the thick column of his neck.
She took in his smooth cupid’s bow and the dip in his brow line.
“Priss,” he murmured. The word rang with caution but more with yearning.
She had to do this. She needed to be touched, to be held, to remove all barriers between them—especially his clothes.
She needed him.
Inexperience kept her arms rooted against the front of her towel. Never in her life had she initiated sex with a new guy. But if she wanted him, she’d have to take him. He wouldn’t resist her, but his career would keep him from making the first move.
She broke her hand loose and settled it on his shoulder then coasted her fingers lightly down his arm, to his hand. He slapped his free hand onto hers. “What are you doing?” His gaze ping-ponged from her face to her twitching hand on his skin. Desire stained his cheeks, and his pupils dilated.
Her tongue fumbled around words she couldn’t spit out. She stepped closer and he straightened from the counter, pulling up to his full height. Her nose met his chest square on, and the width of his shoulders called to her body. He held her hand tightly in his and searched her face.
If she didn’t make a move, he’d think she was losing her mind. “I need you, Rhett.” The words came out like a low purr, and she pressed her belly against the bulge in his jeans.
He caught her shoulder, and his fingers toyed at her skin. “You don’t need to thank me for earlier if that’s what this is.”
She pierced him with her stare, and he had the decency to pull his hand away and pinch the bridge of his nose. “Shit. Sorry. I don’t know what I’m saying.”
Had she misread him? No. He wanted her. She was as sure of that as she was of the throbbing lips between her legs. She drew her shoulders back and gripped her hands in his shirt. He dropped his fingers from his face and she glared at him. “Do you want me or not?”
He grinned and pillowed her head in his palms. “Fuck yeah.”
A thrill zapped through her loins, lighting her bloodstream on fire.
She caught the back of his neck and dragged his mouth to hers.
His lips were soft, warm, and not in the least unsure.
His hand roamed her back and inched under the hem of her towel.
Her abdomen tightened, and she sunk her tongue into the cavern of his mouth.
Spices from the pizza lingered on his tongue and mixed with his intoxicating scent—tangy and masculine with a hint of sweetness.
He groaned and swept his arm under her ass, lifting her against his chest. She wrapped her legs around his waist and brought her hands to his jaw. His whiskers abraded the skin of her palms, but she reveled in how they contrasted with the silkiness of his lips.
He carried her to the hallway and kicked open the bedroom door.
The old hollow wood bounced on its hinges.
He lowered her butt to the bed and broke away from her.
Her hands fell to her knees and her breath stalled in her throat.
He backtracked a few inches, and moonlight splayed over his face.
He grabbed the material at the back of his neck and drew his shirt over his head then tossed it to the floor.
Muscle upon glorious muscle rippled as he lowered his knees on the bed.
She slapped her palm to his chest, stopping him.
He frowned. “You okay?”
She hopped off the bed, and he sat, bunching his hands at his sides as if it pained him not to touch her.
As much as she wanted his affection, she needed to do this.
She needed to be the one to take what she wanted.
She needed to dominate the power pulsating in her chest. “I’m fine.
” She brought a hand to the back of his head and kept her other palm against the now-loose towel.
Inhaling the aroma of freshly washed sheets and the primitive scent of Rhett’s pheromones, she dropped the towel.
His sharp intake of breath hissed through the room.
She moved her hair over her shoulder as his gaze took in every inch of her that the moonlight exposed.
He grabbed her hip and dragged her closer.
Heat emanated off his skin, branding her body.
She curled her arm around his shoulder and brushed the knuckles of her other hand over the scruff she was beginning to love.
“You’re beautiful.” His thick voice rang with the promise of pleasure.
Anticipation clenched the walls of her vagina. With him seated on the bed and her standing, his head met her collarbone. His jaw swept over the top of her breast, leaving a path of goosebumps in its wake. Her nipple coiled into a rock-hard bud, and he caught it between his lips.
She dug her fingers into the back of his neck and welcomed the invasion of his mouth. His tongue swirled around the tight nub, making her toes curl into the hardwood. She gasped and dropped her head back as the hand on her hip kneaded her flesh.
She’d wanted to take the reins in this endeavor, but oh lord, he did it so well. He broke contact with her nipple and rained kisses up her throat. His knee moved between her thighs, sending her arousal to a new level. She caught his face and crushed her mouth on his.
His deep groan vibrated against her chest. She lifted her leg to the mattress and shoved him backward. He gripped her ass in his palm, and she landed on top of him. A giggle burst through her lips, but humor was the furthest thing from her mind.
She worked her mouth over his and petted the thick, unrelenting muscle above his heart.
His hands explored her body, turning it to liquid.
He moved his fingers to the top of her ass, and they danced their way to the flesh between her legs.
Her breath seized and her tongue refused to reciprocate his ministrations as his index finger parted her throbbing lips.
Need flourished in her belly, its force almost too much to handle. She gasped as the tip of his finger brushed over her clit then dipped inside her, spreading her wetness.
A squeak escaped her mouth. “Oh, god.”
Rhett’s smile broke the tangle of their tongues. His free hand roamed up her ribcage and caught the back of her neck, drawing her close. She buried her face beneath his ear, and her body stuck to his. His index finger joined his middle one inside her. Her walls clenched as he slid in and out.
The throbbing inside her intensified. She needed him—all of him—now. Breaking away from his delicious work, she sat up and straddled him. Her hair clung to one shoulder, and her cheeks and chest tingled with heat. Her breasts ached from arousal. She needed immediate release.
She shimmied off him and caught his pants.
He lifted his hips and she tugged ruthlessly, exposing the erect tent beneath.
He laughed as he shook off his pants and underwear.
“Wait a sec,” he said, panting. She watched as he stretched to the nightstand and pulled out a box.
She heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper and pressed her shaking hand to her hair.
Good thing he was thinking clearly—she would have jumped his bones without a second thought.
He settled on his back, and she waited as he rolled the latex down to the base of his thick, full member.
She swallowed over the rising lump in her throat.
Goodness, he was huge. He’d stretch her to the max if he fit at all.
She clamped her hand around his pulsing cock and swung her legs back into position on either side of his waist.
He circled his hands around her hips and guided her to the head of his dick. He pushed through her entrance, and she sucked in a breath as she lowered herself down. She kept her stare on his face as he filled her. His cheeks hollowed out, and he stared at her through half-closed lids.
She rested her hands on his chest and rocked her hips.
“Christ,” he breathed.
His shaft connected with her apex on each thrust, and pleasure rippled through her. He trailed his hands over her hips to her waist then covered her breasts. His thumbs swept over her nipples, sending shockwaves to the exploding nerve endings between her legs.
Her breath dragged through her lips as she worked her body up and down. Rhett groaned, circled his arm around the small of her back, and flipped her over. His body nestled between her legs like a long-lost puzzle piece, and he pumped into her.
Numbness crept over her upper body as all the blood rushed to the glorious, building orgasm at her clitoris.
His face nuzzled her throat, and then he lifted his head to suck on her bottom lip.
She cried out as he plunged inside her depths, and she matched his thrusts, jerking her hips.
Her clitoris tingled and a wave of ecstasy flooded her senses.
“Harder,” she commanded. He gripped her hips in his free hand, lifting her so he could angle deeper. Another explosion burst through her flesh. Her insides pulsed around his girth as he drew out every last ripple of her orgasm.
His body spasmed against hers. “Peyton, God,” he mumbled next to her earlobe.
She locked her arms around his neck, inhaling the scent of sweat and lovemaking. Her racing heart fell into sync with the rhythm of his.
Suddenly, a stab of sadness washed over her. Their parting ways was inevitable and would hurt like a bitch. She’d have to enjoy every minute—and inch—of him until then.