“You- must- already- know- it… is,” she panted back. The self-satisfied smirk was back big time. Oh, he definitely knew it was good. “You’re not very humble- are- you?” Bella really wished she could catch her breath. And that Rhett would stop staring at her like he’d enjoy diving back into eating her out for another twenty minutes. Not that she’d mind. No, she wouldn’t mind that at all.
Rhett ignored her question. Instead, he stroked his thumb over the brightly colored plumes of the peacock that took up most of her thigh. “I like this.”
“Glad it meets your approval.” Bella tried to close her legs back together, which set off another round of shivers and sparks in her who-ha, but Rhett kept his hand planted on her thigh and she wasn’t able to slam her legs together.
“It’s really well done,” he insisted. He let his eyes travel upwards in such a way that she really wasn’t sure that he actually was talking about her tattoo anymore.
“I only pay for good art. It took nine hours.”
Rhett kept right on caressing the lines of her tattoo. His touch did something shivery and abnormal to her insides, which were already shivery and abnormal.
“Did you do it all in one sitting?”
“Of course I did. It’s the top of my thigh. I barely felt a thing.”
“I got mine done on my thigh and I can tell you that I certainly felt it.” Rhett winced. “I can feel it now.”
“That’s because you’re pretty much leaning completely on it.” A trickle of sweat slid down from her neck or collarbone area or something, in between her breasts. Her dress was slightly soaked, and the night wasn’t that hot and sticky.
God, it was that orgasm. That mind-blowing orgasm.
“You said you were going to torture me,” she reminded him coyly. She wasn’t sure why, because she wasn’t even certain she could take another round so soon. Her legs were still quivering from the intensity of that first orgasm. The aftershocks were still pulsing through her entire body, never mind her core.
“Oh, I know.” Rhett grinned. He had that kind of evil look on his face like he’d just been caught dipping his hand in the cookie jar before dinner. Except, well, he hadn’t been dipping his hand and it wasn’t into the cookie jar unless her cookie jar counted. “Don’t worry. I never renege on my promises.”
CHAPTER 12
Rhett
All his life he’d been attracted to blondes. Or at least, women who had their hair dyed that color. He hadn’t had a type per se, but he seemed to always end up with girly girls, the kind who took hours to get ready to go to the grocery store.
Bella wasn’t like anyone he’d ever been with. Her natural beauty was astounding and though she was wearing makeup, she didn’t need it. She had a different style, but it was more than that. It was what she had going on inside that was so incredible. She was witty and funny and smart. She had this I don’t give a damn attitude and normally that would have pissed him off or made him uncomfortable, but with her, it was just sexy. He liked that she was obviously independent and that she enjoyed being that way. He didn’t feel threatened by that brain that always seemed to be working double time.
He loved the way she sparred with him, challenged him, made him think. He loved that she didn’t look like any other girl he knew. That she was a fuck the system type, that she worked at a tattoo shop, that her skin was inked all over, her arms and legs and a few here and there on her torso. He probably hadn’t even seen them all back at the hotel. She didn’t seem like the kind of person who really cared what other people thought about her, at least not as far as appearances. She probably didn’t count calories by the grams and maybe even enjoyed carbs. She was definitely the type who’ll go for ice cream with him after.
The sight of her spread open like that, her pussy glistening and wet after he’d just tasted her and she’d come all over his tongue was probably going to be the inspiration for his spank bank material for the rest of his life.
Yeah. He loved that too.
“What- are you- why are you looking at me like that?” Bella panted. She still hadn’t properly caught her breath, and- well- that was just another thing that he liked about her. That he made her come so hard she was literally breathless after.
“Because you’re right. I’m nowhere near done with you. I was just thinking about asking you what you’d like me to do next. Maybe I’ll turn you over and lick you from behind.”
“From behind or- uh- my…”