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Chapter fifteen

Evie

This kiss is so much more than yesterday’s.

So. Much. More.

My senses explode.

At least that’s what it feels like. I’m consumed by Rhett and the fire inside of me. His hand is gripping my hip tightly, the other is tangled in my hair. The press of his hips has my body back against the wall and it’s a fight not to grind against him.

I may lack experience with men, but I’m far from innocent. I’d like to think I’m in touch with my own sensual side, and right now, every fibre of my being is vibrating with desire. I’m not nervous, not at all. Everything with him feels natural, perfect, like we were always meant to be doing this.

I clutch at his shoulders as his lips explore mine, our tongues tangling together. A small whimper escapes me when his teeth graze my lower lip and he goes to pull back, but I don’t let him.

Pulling him closer, I press in deeper. His large hand moves from my hip and around to my ass, the heat from his touch leaving a trail of sensation. When his fingers dig into my flesh, he freezes, and I know what he’s just discovered.

He wrenches his lips away from mine and our eyes meet. His deep brown ones meet my own.

“Are you naked underneath, honey?”

His gravelly voice has me panting underneath him as I nod. But where I expect him to turn feral, Rhett turns sweet.

His forehead meets mine, as he moves the hand that’s tangled in my hair around to cup my cheek. “Goddamn, you’re perfect,” he says on an exhale. Then he lifts his head, and any trace of sweetness has been replaced by something else, something far more enticing. “If you don’t want this, then say something now, Evangeline. Otherwise, I’m gonna pin you to my bed and give you what you deserve from a man. You’ll be screamin’ my name, and it won’t be a toy getting you there, it’ll be me.”

My mouth goes dry.

Lifting up on my tiptoes, I press my lips to the pulse point I can see throbbing in his neck. “I want that. All of that. I want you to be the first man to give me an orgasm. You’re the only one I trust to take care of me.”

A half groan, half growl is the only response I get to my babbling before strong hands are lifting me up, and I can feel his hips — no, his cock — pressing into my core through the thin fabric of his sweatpants as I’m pinned to the wall, just as promised.

It would be so easy to let go. And I’m right on the cusp of doing so when one horrifying thought hits me.

“Wait!” I mumble against his lips, pushing at his chest as best I can. Rhett freezes immediately and backs away, still holding me in place.

“What?”

“Is Kai going to show up again? ”

Rhett drops his head to my shoulder with a throaty chuckle. “Not if he values his life.”

“Okay, but he has a key,” I say, wiggling to be let down.

“And he was out late last night. Plus, we have the day off, so knowing your brother, he won’t wake before noon.” Rhett glances down at his wrist, then back up at me with a smirk. “Which gives us just over four hours before we have to worry about him.”

I give him a coy look. “Yeah? And what do you think we should do with those four hours?”

I’m back up in the air, my legs wrapped around Rhett’s body as he walks down the hall. “I’ve got a few ideas, don’t you worry.”

We enter Rhett’s room, and he closes the door behind us with one foot before carrying me over to the bed. That’s where I discover a perk to being with an athlete as he showcases his incredible strength, lowering me to the bed and bringing himself over me, all without losing his grip on my hips.

“Fuck, Evie. You’ve been driving me wild for so long. I can’t quite believe this is happening.”

There’s that sweetness again, and it makes me melt into a puddle of need. But I want more than just sweet words and sexy kisses.

I need him.

“Rhett, I don’t need you to be the smooth-talking, charming southern gentleman right now.”

He cocks an eyebrow at me. “Excuse me, what?”

“I need you to be the man who said he’d pin me to his bed and make me scream his name. ”

His face relaxes into a knowing smirk. “Oh yeah? What exactly do you want that man to do?”

“He promised to show me what I deserve, so I would imagine that involves several things.”

Rhett’s lips land on my neck in a slow, open kiss. “Such as?” His hand moves to the hem of my shirt, then underneath.

I fight not to wriggle, to try and move his hand to where I want it. “I think he’d be smart enough to figure it out,” I say, barely above a whisper.

Rhett moves his hand slowly up to my bare hip. “Ah, and since you don’t want the southern gentleman, is it safe to assume you would want this man to take control?”

“Oh yes,” I breathe as he slowly, lightly drags his fingers across my hip bone from one side to the other. “I think that’s an excellent idea.”

“Hmm,” he rumbles as he drags his hand higher, taking my shirt with it. I’m bare from the waist down, and I can now feel the rough fabric of his clothes rasping against my skin. But when I move my hands down to his pants, he stills.

“I think you need to keep those hands out of trouble, honey.” Rearing back to sit on his heels, Rhett still doesn’t take the opportunity to look down at my naked body. Instead, his gaze is trained on my face as he lifts my hands up above my head. Holding them there with one hand, he leans down and kisses me softly.

“Can you keep ’em there?”

I nod rapidly.

“Good girl.”

I grip the pillow as he finally slides his body down mine at the same time as he tugs my shirt up farther, just above my breasts.

“Look at you. Fucking gorgeous.” It seems as if he’s murmuring to himself, so I don’t answer. He glances back up at my face, bringing his hands to cover my breasts, thumb and forefinger pinching my nipples. My back arches as I gasp out his name.

“Rhett!”

He steals my breath with his next kiss, his fingers still playing with my nipples in ways I never imagined would feel so good. So satisfying while also making me desperate for more.

His lips trail down my neck again, over my bunched-up shirt, and onto my bare skin. As soon as his mouth closes over my breast, my hands come flying down to grip his hair, a moan escaping me at the feel of that wet heat.

Then it’s gone.

“What did I tell you about keeping those hands out of trouble?” he growls, one hand pinning both of mine back up above my head. His expression is wild, his eyes burning as he stares at me. I can’t help but whimper.

“Sorry.”

His lips quirk up in a small grin, and there’s that sweet side of him again. “Don’t get me wrong. I like knowing you can’t keep your hands off me. Feeling’s mutual. But your first lesson starts now. You need to learn how important it is to trust your partner to know what you need. Okay?”

I nod again. “Okay.”

His free hand strokes my cheek. “Good.”

This time when his tongue laves my nipple, I manage to keep my hands where they are. Even as he swirls around, stiffening it into a hard peak, I just close my eyes, grip the pillow, and give in to his touch.

I’ve never done this — fully surrendered to letting someone else care for me. Even the few times I’ve gone to a spa, I have never been able to relax and just enjoy it. Always needing to be aware, involved, and in control. A therapist would probably tell me it’s from being sick as a child, poked and prodded by doctors, my decisions made for me by my parents and care providers. Whatever the reason, in this moment, it doesn’t matter.

With Rhett, that need for control is let go. I trust him. I trust him to take care of me.

He shifts, moving farther down my body, his lips covering every inch of me in kisses. But something’s wrong.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I manage to say without it sounding too much like a needy whine. “I need to feel your skin on mine.”

Rhett pauses, his lips hovering just below my ribs. “There’s no rush. We’ve got plenty of time. But right now, these clothes are the only things stopping me from speeding things up way faster than I want to. Which is lesson number two. Sometimes, fast and dirty is good. Sometimes, you gotta slow down and feel everything.”

He kisses my belly button and I clench the pillow even tighter. “Okay, but maybe a little bit faster wouldn’t be a bad thing?”

His chuckle vibrates against my skin. “You feelin’ needy?” His fingers drag lightly over my skin, circling just above my pubic bone.

“Rhett, please .”

He laughs again. “Not gonna lie, I like hearing you beg. But since this is all about you right now, I won’t keep you waiting.”

His nose moves down, dragging through the neatly trimmed hairs covering my pussy. “Damn, Evie,” he groans, his hands coming back to grip my hips before sliding down and pressing my thighs open. “You smell so sweet. You’re gonna wreck me, aren’t you.”

His southern drawl is so much stronger now. I love it, his dirty talk sliding over me like warm honey. Then a different kind of warmth hits me when he opens his mouth and laps up my slit with his tongue.

“Oh God, yes,” I moan, my hands releasing the pillow. I don’t get to hold onto his shoulders the way I want before he somehow senses what I’m doing and snakes one long arm up to pin my wrists down.

I’m trapped under his touch, with no choice but to let him drive me higher and higher. His lips, his tongue, his teeth, all of them working together, making me feel things no sex toy — and no man — ever has. And yet…

“I need more,” I manage to gasp, not even fully knowing what that more could possibly be. But once again, Rhett proves that he knows.

“I’ve got you, honey.” He lifts his head and lets go of my hands but gives me a wink. “Keep ’em there. My hands are needed elsewhere.”

Raising that hand to his mouth, he pops two fingers in and sucks, pulling them out to show they’re glistening wet. Bending back down, he sucks my clit into his mouth, his tongue circling around it a few times before doing another slow lap up and down my slit. Then, his eyes trained on mine, he slowly plunges his fingers inside of me.

My hips lift off the bed, seeking more, even as I feel like I couldn’t possibly take it. A large, hot hand presses down on my pubic bone, holding me in place as Rhett destroys my pussy with his mouth and his fingers.

The one other time I’ve had a man go down on me, it was over in a few minutes, and he was thrusting his small dick into me before I even had a chance to feel anything.

This is not like that time.

Rhett plays me like a maestro with a violin. No, like a professional baseball player in game seven of the world series. He plays my body like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. Like giving me pleasure gives him life.

Like making me orgasm is the only thing that matters.

“That’s it, Evie. God, you taste so good. Flood me, baby. Cover me with it. Give it all to me.”

His steady stream of dirty talk catapults me over the edge into an orgasm unlike anything I’ve ever given myself.

I’m just barely aware of the fact that I’m making some keening sound, my hands are gripping his hair so tightly I wouldn’t be surprised if I came away with a few strands, and my body is bowed over his head as he gently licks and strokes me through my climax.

When my body finally relaxes back against the bed and I force my fingers to unclench from his hair, he lifts up on one hand and brings those fingers that were just inside of me to his mouth, sucking them once again.

“I was right. So sweet. And so fuckin’ perfect when you let go.” He moves up my body, pressing kisses along the way until he reaches my shirt that has fallen down a bit with all my movement. He lifts it over my head and tosses it behind me before pinning me in with one hand on either side of my head and a wicked smirk on his handsome face.

“But what are we gonna do about the fact that you didn’t keep your hands outta trouble?”