Page 60 of Curvy Cabin Fever

“You’re killing me,” I mutter, dragging my mouth down her throat. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me, do you?”

She arches into me, breathless. “Show me.”

I slide down her body, kissing a trail over her belly, her hips, until I’m between her thighs.

And then I feast.

I lick her cunt like a man starved, like the only thing that matters is making her fall apart on my tongue. Her fingers clutch my hair, thighs trembling as she moans my name over and over—pleading, praying, a fucking sound I never want to stop hearing.

“Rhett…please…don’t stop.”

I don’t—I can’t.

She comes with a cry, legs shaking, pussy dripping, and I don’t even give her time to recover. I kiss my way back up her body, grab her thigh, and hook it around my waist.

Her eyes are dazed, cheeks flushed.

And still, she looks at me like I’m hers.

“I need you inside me,” she whispers.

I groan, lining up my cock and sliding in slowly. Inch by inch. Until I’m buried in her heat and the world goes quiet.

Fuck.She’s so tight I’m seeing stars.

She wraps her arms around my neck, pulls me down until our foreheads touch.

“This isn’t just sex,” she murmurs.

I nod, eyes locked on hers, my voice rough as I move. “I know.”

She digs her nails into my back, releasing soft moans and gasps that make me hers. Every sound she makes unravels something unfamiliar inside me.

I wrap my hand gently around the back of her neck, pressing my forehead against hers, our eyes locked in silent understanding. “You completely wreck me,” I confess between labored breaths. “You fucking wreck me, Aria.”

Her breath catches beautifully. Her thighs tighten around me with increasing urgency.

And when she finally comes apart for the second time, chanting my name—my fucking name—I follow immediately with a deep groan that somehow releases everything I’ve been holding in for too long.

Afterward, I remain perfectly still, absorbing her hot breath, our mouths meeting once more as her fingers play with my hair. We’re tangled together, breathless and vulnerable and beautifully imperfect.

But at this moment, I wouldn’t choose to be anywhere else.

Never again.

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ARIA

Idon’t know how long I lie there afterward, wrapped in the heavy warmth of Rhett’s arms and the dull, aching throb between my thighs, but I don’t ever want to move.

I can’t believe I’m in bed with Rhett.

God, he is perfectly fucked up, and all I want to do is make him better. His eyes are so full of pain, and I want to make it all go away. If it means lying in bed with him forever, I’m more than willing. My core pulses, reminding me of how talented his fingers and mouth are, not to mention his fucking dick.

I bite my lip and nuzzle closer to him, hoping I can provide him with some level of comfort he provides me.

He doesn’t speak, he just breathes against my neck, one arm slung across my waist like he’s anchoring me to the bed. Like he’s afraid I might disappear.