The comprehension that this act would be our unbreakable connection didn’t scare me. It filled me with anticipation for what life with him would be. Rett’s protective ways gave me safety. His proprietary words gave me the freedom to try. And his need for submission gave me strength.
The contradictory feelings weren’t lost on me, but they also couldn’t be denied.
He sat back. “Get back on your hands and knees, Emma.”
My heart fluttered a bit as I moved as he’d said. Somewhere in my mind, I’d expected our first encounter to be normal. What had Rett said? Normal was ordinary. There was nothing ordinary about the man holding my hips, positioning me, and about to take me.
Everett Ramses lived life hard. He took what he wanted without apology.
Two fingers found my core.
“You’re soaked.”
“It’s you.”
It was. I couldn’t explain it. I wasn’t under an illusion that Rett and I were madly in love. I’d told him upfront that he’d never have my heart. This wasn’t a make-believe fairy tale where he was Prince Charming and I was some damsel in distress. Before Rett had entered my life, I was competent and content.
And yet before meeting him, I didn’t know that my body could or would react the way it did with him. Never before had anyone had that effect. Under his touch I was putty and Everett Ramses was the sculptor.
I stretched my neck, my back arching, as his fingers worked me, priming me and taking my mind away from anything but his touch. There was no warning as his fingers disappeared and he plunged deep inside me. No easing in. No slow burn. In seconds, he was balls deep.
The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, knocking me forward.
I struggled to resume my position as Rett gripped my hips, holding me captive in his grasp. I was lost in the rhythm he created as our bodies slapped against one another. The room with the massive furniture was no longer present.
We could have been in my suite or in the middle of Bourbon Street. Thinking beyond us—this—was impossible. Never in my life had I been taken so thoroughly. Rett pressed down on my shoulders until only my ass stayed in the air. The slight change was electric. I struggled to breathe against the pillows as synapses fired and shocks detonated. It was as he reached around and rolled my clit between his fingers that I exploded, a massive earthquake registering off the Richter scale.
I called out his name as aftershocks ricocheted through my body.
Rett didn’t stop or even slow as I fought to remain upright.
My scalp cried out as he wound his fingers through my hair, pulling my head backward. I had the sensation of a cowboy riding a wild mare. I was the mare, my body bucking beyond my own doing. It was an out-of-body experience with the perks of feeling every sensation. I was here and I was above. I heard Rett’s straining breaths and felt the power of his thrusts. My second orgasm hit me like a freight train seconds before the room filled with Rett’s primal roar and he filled me.
I fell to the sheets as he throbbed within me.
As Rett pulled out and rolled me over, I had things I wanted to say and questions I wanted to ask. Each one was lost to the overwhelming satiation that could only come from what had just happened.
Ready to sleep for days on end, I opened my eyes as Rett’s handsome face appeared in my line of vision. His dark hair hung near his face, disheveled by his recent physical endeavor. I wanted to reach up to rake my fingers through his wavy mane. Instead, I gripped the silky sheets as Rett was again inside me. Soft kisses covered my face, neck, and collarbone, coming in sync with his new, slower rhythm. Releasing the sheets, I reached up, holding his wide shoulders as his striking brown stare met mine.
Our story continued in the dark waves of unspoken emotion swirling in his chocolate orbs. I was lost to his ministrations.
My tired body responded much like a boat upon waves. Slow and steady. Up and down. Long lazy thrusts, deep inside and almost out. Each time I almost lost him, my body clamped down, not wanting to let Rett go.
In this position, I was keenly aware of Rett’s skin against mine. It had been one of my thoughts, our lack of protection. I couldn’t think about it now. My mind was consumed. His touch was electric as it roamed over and through me, fulfilling every need I’d never known I could have.
If what we’d done at first was the Rett the world knew, then this new calmer union was him showing me a glimpse of the man behind the facade. I couldn’t say that one was better than the other. Deep down, I knew that a life with Everett Ramses would give me both.
His nose met mine. “You feel so fucking good.”
My back arched, pressing my breasts against his hard chest. “I do.”
This time when the orgasm came, it rumbled through me like the slow roll of thunder over the open plains. My fingers blanched on his shoulders as I held on, impervious to anything beyond the bubble we’d created.
In his arms, I fell asleep, sedated and satisfied, safe from the storms on the horizon.
Rett
Nodding to Henri, I stepped through the threshold to the sitting room of my front office. As Henri closed the large door behind me, my concentration was on the man currently in the process of standing. This time his presence wasn’t a surprise. This meeting was overdue.