Instead, when the pressure built up and Rhett felt like he was going to go cross-eyed or grind his teeth to powder from the effort of holding back, he reached down, gripped her hair, and tugged her face gently away.
She looked up at him with a question burning in her eyes. She didn’t look pleased with him. No, actually, she looked downright pissed. It killed the action going on in his balls and they dropped down a quarter of an inch. Which was awesome. Now they weren’t up in his throat. Probably around his stomach area would be more accurate. They still ached just as fiercely though.
“What the hell?” Bella ground out. “Is- was I doing it wrong? You didn’t like it? It seemed like you liked it.”
“No- it wasn’t that. Seriously.” Rhett swallowed hard. He was having a hard time getting his brain into a high enough gear to actually function. Even his nipples ached and that never happened. He probably had the most desensitized nipples on the planet.
“Then, what was it?” Bella’s brows knitted together as she scowled at him. “Oh. I get it.” Her eyes swept over his face obviously reading something that wasn’t there because he wasn’t sure what there was to get.
“Er- can you fill me in?”
Bella shook her head and her eyes darkened and narrowed dangerously. “You’re an asshole, you know that?”
“Bella!” Rhett reached for her as she turned, already searching for the door handle. He gripped her arm, not hard, but enough to turn her around. “Do you want to just hang on for a second? I have no idea what you’re thinking or what you think I’m thinking, but I- it’s not that. You don’t have to leave. Seriously, why are you leaving?”
“Because!” Bella spluttered. “You don’t really like girls like me. You think you do, but you don’t. You like girls that don’t suck cock. You like girls that lay there and let you pound away on them for three seconds. You like good girls. Clean girls. You don’t like girls like me. Dirty girls. Girls that aren’t afraid to let you know that they actually enjoy a good fucking and like giving as good as they get. This isn’t going to work. I can already tell. We don’t have the right chemistry.”
Rhett was so stunned that when Bella tugged her arm free, sprung the door handle, and tumbled out of the car, all he could do was sit there and watch her run through the tall grass in her bare feet.
CHAPTER 13
Bella
Rhett was an asshole. Okay, but so am I for trusting him.
The night might have been warm but running barefoot away from the car hadn’t been the smartest plan. She should have just demanded Rhett take her back home. It would have been an awkward drive, but she could have lived through it. As it was, she was currently hoofing it through tall grass and the prickliest ground she’d ever had the displeasure of facing. There were sharp rocks and stones buried in the grass. The dirt was hard below, oddly packed down.
“Bella!” Rhett’s voice boomed through the night. “Where are you going?”
She didn’t turn around. Instead, she quickened her pace. She could hear the grass crunching behind her, and she knew it was only a matter of time before Rhett closed in on her. Honestly, she would have run if she could, even though there was nowhere to run to, just to get back at him for being a dick at heart, but her feet were probably bleeding as it was. She didn’t need to do any further damage.
Something warm and solid closed around her arm and Bella gave a little gasp as she was spun around. It turned out that Rhett had charged right out of the car after her. He hadn’t even bothered with putting his clothes back on.
“Why are you standing out here nude?” she snapped.
“Because you ran out of the car like a psycho and I wasn’t just going to get dressed and drive my ass back to the city and leave you out here without your shoes and your purse and without so much as a phone to call for help!”
“You could have thrown it out of the car before you left.” Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Despite her best efforts, her eyes swiveled that direction anyway. Her throat closed up and dried right out and her tongue got thick in her mouth. God, why did he have to have such an impressive dick? And why the hell was it still hard?
“You could have stayed in the car where you belong.”
“Why would I?”
“Why would you?” Rhett gaped at her. “Are you serious right now? What the hell did I do to even deserve any of this? I was trying to do you a favor and be a gentleman by not uh- well- choking you and er- uh- doing that in your mouth since I thought hell, that’s a little much for a first date, which we’ve already debated about, and this is the thanks I get. I was trying to be a nice guy.”