Fuck, she’s nervous.
Intent on slowing things down, I let my eyes drift closed and attempted to control my labored breathing. My heart sped up from the feel of her palm on my face, and my gaze locked on to her once again. She wrapped her legs around my waist, arching up to rub herself against me.
The feel of those fucking stilettos biting into my ass as she grazed her pussy along my incredibly hard length made me lose all control. My lips crashed down onto hers, and we were both panting when I broke the kiss to lean up on my knees. Using my teeth, I tore open the condom wrapper and rolled it down over my painfully hard cock.
Bracing myself on my forearms above her, I lined the tip of my arousal up to her entrance and slowly pushed forward. Bella arched, and I felt her walls tighten around me.
“Fuck, Bella. You feel fucking amazing,” I ground out through gritted teeth.
Not able to wait another second, I grabbed her by the hips, and with a single thrust, I joined us completely.
“Oh God, Rhett,” she moaned as she reached up and tugged on my hair, pulling me down so our lips met.
I slid all the way out and plunged back in. She writhed under me when my pelvis hit her clit, and her nails dug into my back, urging me on. Sitting up on my knees, I thrust harder and faster, using my thumb to rub against that tight bundle of nerves.
Her core tightened as her gasps and moans became louder and more urgent. The first spasm and clench of muscles around my cock almost sent me over the edge. Two more thrusts, and she cried out, completely coming undone as I followed her with my own release.
I collapsed down on top of her, still holding my weight up on one arm. I tenderly brushed my lips against hers as our heavy breaths mingled.
Sweeping the hair off her cheek, I whispered, “Be right back, baby.”
She nodded, and I placed a kiss on her forehead before pulling out of her warm, wet pussy. I missed the connection immediately. After tossing the condom, I returned to find her cuddled under the blankets. She pulled one side back as I closed the distance. I climbed in and pulled her to my side. My dick jumped when she laid her head on my chest, all those curls nestled against my skin.
I didn’t want her to leave. Maybe I could text my mom and ask her to keep Brendan all night. What did Bella tell her?
“My mom’s watching Brendan, I’m assuming?” I asked while I ran my hand through her hair.
“Yep. I put him to bed, and she offered to keep an ear out for him.Allnight.” The corner of her mouth brushed against my chest as she smiled.
“Really?”
“All yours until tomorrow morning.” Her fingers grazed down my abs, and my muscles tightened as she followed my happy trail until her hand fisted around my already hard cock. My jaw clenched as I let my eyes close, losing myself in the way her hand felt as it moved up and down.
“We might need fuel at some point then, I—” My teeth ground together as she swiped her thumb over the tip. “Fuck—” My balls tightened as her hand moved faster. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her on top of me. Good thing we had all night, even though that may not have been enough. I wanted her like this, naked and breathless, in my bed every night.
Thirty minutes later, the eggs sizzled in the pan as I scrambled them with the spatula. Humming softly to myself, awareness crept up my spine. I glanced over my shoulder, and my cock twitched. This girl would be my undoing. She was standing at the entrance to the kitchen in just my T-shirt—hopefully with nothing underneath.
“You making eggs?” she asked.
“Yeah, is that okay? I have hot sauce,” I said with a smirk as my eyes drifted down to her bare legs.
“You know the way to my heart, Rhett Williams.”
I spun back to turn off the burner and sensed her come up behind me. I swallowed over the lump in my throat when her fingers grazed over the tattoo on my right shoulder blade. The tattoo I’d gotten the previous September on the two-year anniversary of Caden’s death. That day was always tough for me, not only because I felt responsible for his death, but it was also the day that wedged one more thing between Bella and me.
She gasped and then stammered, “Rhett… you… when did you…?”
I turned, wrapping her in my arms and pressing my lips to her forehead. “Sit, we’ll eat and we can talk.” My throat tightened as I swallowed down my nervousness. Fuck, how was she going to react? I bet she would be pissed—she hated that I carried this guilt. I was surprised she hadn’t seen it earlier; I guess we were both thoroughly distracted because I’d almost forgotten all about it.
She nodded but wrapped her arms around my waist, her cheek pressed tightly to my bare chest. Moisture hit my pec.
“Bella, please don’t cry, baby.” This was one reaction I didn’t expect.
She released her hold on me enough to arch back and look up at me. Another tear escaped. “If that night had never happened. Would things have been different between us?”
I closed my eyes and took a breath. Talking about the day Caden died was never easy. But if I wanted to make things work with her, I needed to actually say shit.
“Before Caden came into the bar that night, I was wallowing in regret for walking away from you. I told Jackson that I planned to go to you and make things right. He told me I had to sober up first.” I chuckled and shook my head.