“Eager to see me?” she asks.
“Eager to feel your hands on me,” I correct.
Her smile is knowing, her hand slipping beneath her bra cup to toy with her nipple. “I know what you mean. I can’t wait for you to have your hands on me.”
“What exactly are we waiting for again?” I’m starting to sweat. I can feel it form on my forehead, and I know it’s from watching her touch herself.
“Aren’t you having fun?” She sheds the bra completely, exposing her upper body, and my gaze locks on her breasts, my mouth watering at the sight of her hard, rosy nipples. “Watching me?”
“I’d have more fun actually touching you. So would you,” I add.
She laughs, her hands dropping to her waist, fingers curling around the waistband of her panties. “I’m really enjoying this.”
“I bet you are.”
Her expression turns serious. “A few hours ago, I believed I wouldn’t be able to touch you ever again.”
Her words sober me up, make me realize just how perilous close to ending our relationship was not even twenty-four hours ago. “You’ve got me now. For as long as you want me.”
She reaches out a hand, beckoning me to come closer. “Let’s make that forever and you’ve got a deal.”
Jensen
Rhett takes my hand, joining me on the bed. He’s on his knees as well, his hands going to rest lightly by my neck, his fingers sprawled, gently stroking across my collarbone. “You are truly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he says reverently, just before he dips his head and presses his warm, damp lips to the spot where my neck meets my shoulder.
I toss my head back and close my eyes, reveling in the feeling of his hands on me, his mouth on my skin. I want to savor every moment of this. It hurts to think I could’ve lost it, lost him. I almost did.
He loves me. And I love him. Those confusing, overwhelming feelings I couldn’t put a name on, they were love. My love for Rhett. How sad that I couldn’t quite identify them, that I didn’t know what was going on inside of me. It felt like a tumultuous storm, rising up and up and up, trying its best to take me over, sweeping me under. I fought and struggled at first, as if I was going to drown, and now I realize I went about this the wrong way.
I should’ve let the tidal wave of emotions sweep over me and take me under. I should’ve enjoyed the fall.
Rhett kisses his way up my neck, along my jaw, until his lush mouth is pressed against mine. Our lips connect, and the kiss turns carnal in an instant, wet lips and velvety tongues. He’s leaning me back onto the bed, his big, hot body over mine, his hands braced on either side of my head. He shifts downward and kisses my breasts, licks and sucks my nipples, making me wet, making me restless.
Driving me wild.
“I wanted to make this last,” he breathes against my skin. “But I can’t wait. I want to be inside you.”
“Yes, please,” I tell him with a little laugh, and he lifts his head to meet my gaze with a smile. “We can make it last another time. Just…”
I don’t get to finish my sentence. He’s too busy pulling my panties off, then shoving his own underwear off. Until we’re totally naked and he’s thrusting his erection against me, teasing me. I spread my legs wider, reaching for him, guiding him toward me, and when he slips inside, we both moan at the sensation of our bodies forging together into one.
“I will never get tired of this,” he says as he starts to move. In. Out. A slow, delicious glide that makes me close my eyes, totally lost in the sensation of our bodies making love. I never thought it could be like this. Never thought it could be so good with someone.
With Rhett, it’s better than anything in the world.
“Promise?” I whisper.
He’s already increasing his pace, ramping up the friction, making the heat spark hotter, higher between us. “For you? Always.”
I lose all coherent thought, my ability to form actual words, the harder he thrusts inside me. I wrap my arms around him, clinging to him, letting him sweep me away, and when the familiar tingles start low in my belly, I know my orgasm is close.
And so is his. Within seconds, we’re coming together, a first for us, and when it’s all over and I’m lying in his arms, both of us sweaty and exhausted and unable to stop touching each other, I am finally able to form sentences once again.
“That was fast.”
He bursts out laughing, burying his face in my hair. “Way to stroke my ego.”
“I wasn’t trying to be insulting.” I lift my head, resting my arm on his chest so I can study his perfectly handsome face. “I liked that it happened so fast.”