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I was too far gone to protest, to cling to the tattered shreds of my pride. “Yours,” I breathed, the word torn from my very soul.For this one night.
A primal sound rumbled through him and then his mouth claimed mine again, swallowing any other words, any other thoughts. All that existed was the scorching heat, the tangling of limbs, the clashing of desire. I surrendered to it, to him, completely.
“Look at me,” he rasped, voice rough with want. I forced my eyes open, meeting his smoldering gaze. There was a silent challenge there, a dare to give in to this undeniable hunger blazing between us. Biting my lip, I held his stare as I slowly dragged my nails back up his spine. “I want to hear you beg for it.”
Defiance flared brightly, burning away any last shred of self-restraint. “Make me,” I taunted breathlessly.
A feral light ignited in his eyes and then he crashed into me again, one hand fisting in my hair to angle my head as his mouth slanted over mine. The kiss stole the breath from my lungs, his tongue sweeping in with bold strokes that had me arching shamelessly against his hard frame.
He broke away with a harsh groan, trailing molten kisses along my jaw. “You’ll be screaming my name before I’m through with you.”
A tremor wracked my body at the sinful promise in his tone. “Shut up and prove it,” I managed to grit out, even as my fingers clutched at his shoulders in desperation.
He chuckled darkly, the vibrations resonating straight to my core. “Oh, I plan to.”
His laugh sent another shiver down my spine, and I wanted to drown in the sea of sensations he was arousing. “I’m going to make youbegfor it.”
The challenge in his eyes stirred something inside me—a raw, primal need I’d never felt before. “Is that so?” I arched my body against his, relishing the feel of his hard cock pressed against me. “You haven’t made me do anything yet.”
He smirked, a flash of white teeth in the dim room, and then he was moving, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the bed. “Get on the bed. Now.”
The command in his voice sent a thrill through me, and I did as he said, my heart pounding. Lying back on the pillows, I watched as he kicked off his shoes, devouring the sight of his broad shoulders and powerful build. When he approached the bed, he took a moment to just look at me, his gaze roaming overmy body, drinking me in. My skin flushed hot under his intense gaze, and a shiver of anticipation rippled through me.
Then he joined me on the bed, a predator closing in on his prey.
My breathing hitched as he loomed over me, eyes burning with fierce desire. He reached out, tracing a finger along my collarbone, sliding the strap of my nightgown down until my breast was exposed.
“You’re so fucking hot.” His fingers brushed lightly over the sensitive nipple, and I arched into his touch. Again, with the smirk as he leaned down, his mouth replacing his fingers, tugging gently with his teeth. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.
The sensation shot straight to my core, and I hissed out a breath, my hands threading through his hair, holding him to me. His free hand roamed over my body, mapping every curve, every dip and hollow. My skin felt too tight, every nerve ending screaming for release.
His hand slid down my body, over my quivering stomach, and lower still, until he reached the hem of my nightgown. With agonizing slowness, he pushed it up, baring my thighs, my hips. “Be a good girl and open your legs, Scarlett.” There was no resisting him. His eyes darkened at the sight. “Look at you, so wet already and we haven’t even started.”
“Jesus, are you ever going to stop talking and touch me?” I hated that I sounded so needy, but there was nothing I could do about that.
I also hated the way he chuckled, knowing how desperate I was. Still, at least he didn’t need to be told twice. His fingers trailed along my inner thigh with such agonizing slowness I could havecried. Until, finally, he was teasing my clit with feathery strokes that had me squirming beneath him. “God, you feel so good,” he groaned, his thumb pressing against me and rubbing oh so lightly.
I was putty in his hands, my body responsive to his every touch. He knew just how to tease and torment me, pushing me to the very edge and then pulling back, drawing out my pleasure. My breaths came in sharp pants, my hands fisting in the sheets as I bucked my hips, seeking more friction.
“That’s it,” he urged, his voice thick and gravelly. “Let go for me.”
His thumb increased the pressure, his fingers working in perfect sync with my body’s desperate rhythm. I was teetering on the edge, my body coiling tighter and tighter until, with one final stroke, I shattered, crying out as wave after wave of bliss ripped through me, leaving me trembling and boneless.
He didn’t stop, continuing to stroke me through the aftershocks, prolonging my pleasure. Finally, as the tremors subsided, he leaned in and claimed my lips in a soul-searing kiss. “You have no idea how fucking good you look right now. How good you taste,” he whispered against my lips.
The feel of his skin against mine was electric, and I reveled in it, hungry for more.
“Rhett,” I breathed, needing to feel him inside me. “Just fuck me already.”
“Greedy, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” Shamelessly so, as I reached down to rub his cock through his pants. “Don’t pretend you don’t want it just as much.”Undoing his belt, I slipped my hand inside and wrapped my fingers around him. “Scarlett Ann Wright.”
“Huh?”
“I can still remember my name. Looks like you’ve got a lot of work to do.” With a squeeze of his cock for emphasis, and a shaky laugh when he sucked in a breath, I said, “Frankly, I’m not sure you’re up to the task.”
In one fluid movement, he shucked his pants off as his mouth crashed down on mine, kissing me into oblivion. He broke away just long enough to grab a pack of condoms from his bag. Then he was back, kneeling between my legs.