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I did, loving the feel of them in my hands, full and heavy. She moaned again, and I hissed out a breath. I just wanted to explode.
“Not yet,” she said, her voice a teasing whisper. “You’re going to wait until I’m ready.”
I gritted my teeth, my hands balling into fists in her hair. That’s when it hit me. She was teasing me. Fucking edging me. She could drag this out all night and I’d let her. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Scarlett.”
“Hmm, one it looks like I’m winning.”
I couldn’t argue with that. I loved the thrill of the chase, the promise of the hunt, and Scarlett was the most thrilling quarry I’d ever pursued. But at that moment, I was at her mercy, and she knew it.
The way she was smiling up at me, she was a siren, calling to the deepest parts of me, and I was powerless to resist. Each time she brought me to the brink, I felt like I was falling from a great height, only to be caught at the last moment by her soft, teasing touch.
“You’re a fucking minx,” I growled, my voice barely more than a ragged whisper. My cock throbbed with a desperate need for release, but Scarlett was in control, and she reveled in it.
She looked up at me, her eyes reflecting the moon’s glow, full of mischief and desire. “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” she purred, her hand sliding up and down my cock with agonizingly slow strokes.
My mind was a haze of lust, every coherent thought scattered by the relentless assault on my senses. I was acutely aware of everything—the cool breeze on my skin, the rustling leaves, the distant hum of the wedding party, and above all, the intoxicating woman who held my pleasure in her hands.
She brought me to the edge again, her mouth hot and wet around my cock, her hand cupping and massaging my balls until I was teetering on the brink. I could feel the orgasm building, atidal wave of pleasure about to crash over me, and just as I was about to surrender to it, she pulled away, leaving me gasping for air.
“Scarlett,” I warned, my voice a low rumble. My hands fisted in her hair, but there was no force behind it. I was at her mercy, and we both knew it.
Her laughter was light and airy, a stark contrast to the heavy desire that hung between us. “Patience, Rhett,” she chided, her fingers lightly tracing the length of my cock.
I gritted my teeth, my entire body taut with need. She edged me again, and again, each time pushing me closer to the precipice, only to withdraw at the last possible second. My hips bucked involuntarily, seeking the warmth of her mouth, the firm grip of her hand.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I muttered, my voice hoarse with desire.
She hummed in response, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead, the desperate, animalistic need to claim her, to bury myself inside her and never let go.
“Scarlett, I need to come,” I pleaded, the words torn from me against my will. I was a man who prided himself on his control, and yet here I was, begging a woman for release.
Her eyes locked onto mine, and there was a moment of perfect, torturous stillness. Then, with a wicked gleam in her eye, she took me into her mouth once more, her hand and mouth working in tandem to push me over the edge. This time, she didn’t stop, and the orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. I explodedin her mouth, the intense pleasure ripping through me as she swallowed every last drop.
I slumped against the tree, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my heart pounding. Scarlett rose to her feet, her dress pooled at her waist, her lips swollen and glistening in the moonlight.
“If I had any energy left, I’d make you pay for that.” It was a goddamn miracle that I could even form a coherent thought.
“But you don’t, sooo…”
I knew exactly what she wanted. “You win.”
“Damn straight I do.” She straightened the dress and I let out a little sigh as she put those perfect tits away and turned her back to me. “Zip me up?”
Dragging myself upright, I stepped close enough to reach her. The way she shivered when I trailed my fingers up her arms and across her shoulders before reaching for the zip made me smile wickedly. The night was young, after all.
CHAPTER 13
Scarlett
Ilet my eyes trail appreciatively over Rhett’s body as he leaned in and turned the shower on. All the banging we’d done this weekend, and I still hadn’t had enough of him. We had to check out in an hour, so that’s all the time I had to get my fill.
“In you get.”
I stepped under the cascading water, sighing with pleasure when Rhett joined me, wrapping his arms around me and finding my lips with his own.
Rhett’s hands were all over me, slick with shower gel as he rubbed it into my skin, his touch making me arch my back in pleasure. I could feel his hard length against my hip, and I moaned, wanting more.
Then he pushed me against the wall, the cool tiles a shocking contrast to our heated skin. I gasped as he cuffed my wrists in one hand, holding them above my head. The dominant move sent a thrill through me, and I bit my lip as he reached for the showerhead.