Bella managed to slam the door shut behind her and Rhett slammed his when they both realized that so far out in the country, it wasn’t the mice or the snakes they had to worry about, it was the mosquitoes and they were definitely out for blood.
“That was close,” Rhett said. “Mosquitoes are as bad as vampires in a swarm.”
“We don’t have any wooden stakes or bug spray.”
Rhett slapped at the one mosquito that had managed to make it inside. The annoying whine stopped immediately. He wiped his hand on his jeans. “How’s that for a turn on?”
“I must say I’m soaking wet.”
“I must say I’d like to taste that.”
Bella’s stomach pinched at the raw desire in Rhett’s eyes. She barely managed to keep her voice level. There was no way she was going to break first. “I must say that I would like for you to like to taste it.”
Rhett’s lids lowered. His eyes turned dark and smoky and holy shit, Bella knew she’d pushed him to a brink she didn’t realize he had. He was breathing hard and raspy, completely unnatural. He somehow managed to yank his shirt off in one smooth motion.
It was a challenge for her to keep her mouth shut. Bella actually swiped a hand up to her lips to check for drool. Luckily, she was only drooling on the inside. And spontaneously ovulating. She was pretty sure there was an eighty-eight percent chance that she was now carrying Rhett’s baby through some kind of osmosis conception, even though he wasn’t actually really even touching her.
Because yeah, his chest was that good.
She really hadn’t taken the proper amount of time at the hotel to appreciate all that muscle and smooth bronzed skin. He lived in Phoenix after all and his skin looked like it. The moonlight hit it just right and wow, he looked like a cross between a statue and a male porn star. Did male porn stars even have chests half that good? Maybe that’s how Rhett really made his money. Bella’s crotch region throbbed. It still remembered that he had a cock worthy of it. Porn status, that was.
His muscles, sleek and long and utter perfection, were totally her thing. They’d be any woman’s thing. He didn’t have any ink on his arms or chest, obviously, since he was a tattoo virgin up until, like, four hours ago, but his skin was utter perfection. And yes, tattoos definitely were her thing.
A smattering of hair dusted a set of pecs that were so incredibly sexy she probably was drooling for sure after looking at them. Of course, that hair resumed around Rhett’s naval and trailed lower, down into his jeans.
God, she wanted to run her mouth down that glory trail, or whatever the hell they used to call it, right under those jeans until she found her prize.
Rhett shifted and their eyes met, and she flushed when she realized that he knew what she was thinking. He shifted, treating her to a front row show where all that sleek muscle moved and shifted under his glorious skin.
If she was wet when she was in the front seat, now she was totally soaked. Her dress probably was too. Her nipples were definitely cutting through it and she hoped that he’d just hurry up and make the first move, so she didn’t have to embarrass herself and resort to begging.
She nearly groaned. All she could think about was Rhett’s hands on her legs, spreading her open, his mouth on her…
He shifted just a little, probably just trying to get comfortable in the cramped space and she reacted instantly. Her back slammed against the car door. A hard exhale escaped her lungs and a little gasp of surprise broke free from her throat.
Rhett’s eyes darkened. “You’ve never done this before, have you, backseat virgin?”
“At least I’m not a tattoo virgin,” Bella shot back.
Rhett glanced pointedly at his jean-clad thigh. “I’m no longer one of those.”
“Yeah- well- how do you know that I’m a backseat virgin? Maybe I just don’t like to kiss and tell.”
“I probably like that more,” Rhett said, after a moment’s consideration. “Let’s just go with that.”
Rhett’s warm hands, strong amazing hands, landed on her bare skin right above her knees. Bella shivered. She reached out and grazed equally warm solid muscle somewhere near his shoulders. It was like grabbing iron, a wall, something that shouldn’t have been so damn solid. It was like warm steel, that’s what it was.
Those hands blazed a path of glory right up to her panties. Bella stilled and her mind went a little blank. Her inner wanton started a chant that went something along the lines of please touch me, please lick me, please, please, please…
When Rhett’s hand grazed her panties, Bella’s hips thrust shamelessly up into his touch. He glanced down at her, amusement clearly written all over his face. “This is going to be fun. Real fun. I plan on taking my time with you. Making this last.”