Rett inhaled. “Emma, my rules are simple. I’ve done my homework on you.” His hand came to my cheek, his fingers splaying and raking back through my long hair.
While his touch was gentle, I had a vision of the dining room and his hands around my neck.
“Not only are you stunningly beautiful,” he went on, “you’re also intelligent and creative. You have the ambition to accomplish whatever you put your mind to. I’m most certain you are capable of following my simple rule.”
I teased my upper lip between my teeth, trying to recall. There was too much that had occurred. I wasn’t confident in what rule he’d proclaimed. “Will you remind me?”
Rett tugged the sheet away from me, his cadence becoming more deliberate. “Lie down, Emma. Scoot down and rest your head.”
Goose bumps covered my exposed flesh and my insides twisted as I complied. My blonde hair cascaded around my face as I settled back on the pillow, my mind swirling with possibilities of what was to come. Yes, I was naked; however, he’d undressed me and the room was still very dark.
“My one demand,” he said, “is that as mine, you are ready for me, willing to obey whatever I ask, whenever I ask.”
I remembered him saying that at the restaurant.
His touch moved lower. “Are you ready? Are you wet?”
My legs squeezed together. “I don’t know you.” It wasn’t an answer to his question as much as a statement of truth and uncertainty.
“You will.”
I reached for his hand and held it tight. “Rett, I need answers.”
“One question, Emma, and then I want to touch you as I wanted to when I helped you to bed.”
“You didn’t?”
“I prefer a fully consenting partner. Last night, I knew you were tired and saying things that seemed mixed up.”
“Were you in danger last night?”
“Danger is everywhere—everywhere but here.”
I released his hand as his proclamation settled over us. Despite not knowing where I was, in this place, he considered us safe.
Emma
Iclosed my eyes as Rett’s touch roamed over my exposed skin. Maybe this was easier in the darkness. I couldn’t see his expression or what he was doing. I relied on my other senses. As I did, it was as if Rett too was without sight. If he was, his actions would make more sense. With his light touch he was reading me, reading my body’s story written in Braille. He began at my fingertips, gently kissing and sucking each one. His hands skirted over my arms, lifting them over my head.
Though he didn’t speak or hold them in place, I knew he wanted them to remain there.
This position bared me to him as he traced behind my ear and down my neck. Goose bumps covered goose bumps as he peppered my collarbone with kisses until he moved lower. Though the aroma of freshness was around us, his cheeks bore a growth of beard that abraded my skin in the most perfect of ways. My breasts grew heavy with anticipation as his touch tweaked, his tongue licked, and his teeth nipped at my now-hard nipples. Involuntarily, my back arched as my whimpers echoed through the bedroom.
“Beautiful, Emma, close your eyes and get lost in my touch.”
I was already there, a step ahead.
Painstakingly slowly, his kisses moved lower.
Who was this man who could turn me into putty with his touch?
I’d never been like this with anyone else, even men I knew and who knew me. It was as if Rett Ramses had an instruction manual on what exactly it took to turn me on.
“Open your legs.”
I opened my eyes and brought my arms down, blocking his progress. “I’m not—”
A warm palm gently covered my cheek. “I know all about you, Emma. I don’t care that you’re not a virgin. I care that from now until your last breath, I will be the only one to touch you.”