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Chapter sixteen

Evie

Maybe having my mouth gape open and closed like a fish isn’t the most attractive response to Rhett’s statement, but it’s such a perfectly delicious and dirty promise, with the tiny hint of a threat, that I honestly can’t help it.

“You like that idea?” He chuckles again. “Of me punishing you for misbehaving?”

I try to swallow but my mouth is dry.

He bends down and kisses the hollow where my neck meets my chest. “Here’s the thing, honey. You might have said you didn’t want a smooth, charming gentleman. Except you can take the man out of the south, but you can’t take the south out of the man. I’ll always be a gentleman, just with a few rough edges sometimes.” His stubble rasps against my sensitive skin, emphasizing that point.

I have to wiggle a bit, but I manage to get my hands between us and grip his head, bringing it back up to mine.

“Rough, charming, I don’t care. I just want you .”

“Good answer.”

His lips are on mine again, and I lose myself in the kiss. My naked body is writhing underneath his very much still-clothed one.

“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” I pant, fumbling with the hem of his shirt. He ignores me, continuing to press kisses all over my upper body as his hips grind into my core. “Rhett. Ohhhh God,” I moan when he presses right where I need him most.

He finally lifts his arms up, somehow managing to hold himself in place with my breast under his lips, and I tug his shirt over his head. His hair is a wild mess, but at last that bare chest I’ve drooled over for the last couple of weeks is mine to touch. And taste.

I push on his pecs, and he rolls us over so that I’m astride him. And it’s abundantly clear that under the thin layer of fabric, his cock is long, thick, and very hard.

“Goddamn, this is a nice view,” he drawls, his hands running up and down my thighs. “You’d look so fucking sexy riding a horse.”

My brows lift as I bite back a smirk. “Really? You’re picturing me riding a horse?” I grind my hips in a slow circle over his length. “I had something else in mind.”

“Oh really?”

I nod slowly, raking my fingers down his chest. “It’s my turn, Rhett. Should I tell you to keep your hands to yourself?” I ask pertly.

He laughs, low and rumbly, as he gathers my messy hair up in one hand. “You can try, but I’m no better at listening than you were.”

In one smooth move, he lifts up to sitting, kisses me hard, then uses my hair to tug my head back, exposing my neck. He runs his nose up and down as he wraps his free hand around my waist, pulling me in close. The ridge of his cock fits perfectly between my legs, and I swear I can feel it throb beneath his sweatpants. Our chests are pressed together, and the tickle of the soft hair lightly covering his torso feels exquisite on my sensitive skin.

Rhett reaches a spot just below my collarbone and kisses it before lifting his head to look at me. “You mind if I mark you here?”

“Mark me?”

“I want you to remember this moment for a long time. Remember the way I made you feel.”

His lips press to the spot again as I let out a breathy moan. “Trust me, I’m in no danger of forgetting.”

I feel him start to suck, his teeth grazing the skin. He doesn’t linger, but when he releases me, sure enough, there’s a faint mark marring my skin.

“Makes you look good, baby,” he rumbles. “Like you’re mine.” He kisses the spot again and again and again.

Oh God, that’s everything I want, and nothing I can have. I don’t say anything, because the hazy expression on his face makes me wonder if he’s even fully aware of what he just said.

I want to be his. I want it so badly.

But if I can’t have him for any more than just this once, I’m damn well going to enjoy every second of it. Which is why I push him away, smirking when he falls back on the bed. I shimmy my hips downward and tug those sweats down his legs until his cock is free.

Yep, just as I suspected. Thick, long, and definitely hard. My tongue darts out, moistening my lips.

“You keep staring at me like that and I’m gonna get a complex,” Rhett says, his tone coloured with amusement.

Ignoring him, I gingerly run my finger down the rigid length of his cock, and it bounces under my touch, making me snatch my hand away.

Rhett laughs at me. “You’ve seen one before, haven’t you?”

I lick my lips again, wrap my hand around his base, and look up at him with one eyebrow raised. “I have. But I’ve never had a chance to…explore.” I give him an experimental stroke, and his fist clenches the sheet. “And never one so…impressive.”

That’s really the only word for it. I have no concept of what’s average for men, but Rhett seems ideal to me. A nice length, not so long it’ll impale me but long enough to hit where I want it. Thick, and with a long vein running up the underside that I suddenly want to run my tongue along.

So I do.

Dipping my head down quickly, I lick along his cock, taking in the slightly salty, slightly musky taste. Not too bad. And Rhett’s moan makes me eager to do more. I swirl a circle on the tip, glancing up to see his jaw clenched, eyes closed, and face upturned. I smile to myself, and slide my lips over the head, taking some of him into my mouth.

“Fucking Christ,” he bites out, rearing up, grabbing my hair, and pulling me off him. “No lesson needed here, honey, you’re an expert. But if you keep doing that, this’ll be over long before it should be.”

I let him tug me up his body to meet him for a kiss, and when he lightly smacks his hand on my ass, I lay down on top of him. My legs are still on either side, but when I try to shift so I’m resting more on the side of him, he holds me firmly in place. “Don’t be thinking I’m lettin’ you go anywhere,” he says, gently kneading the globes of my ass. “You’ve got a lot more to learn.”

“I assumed that was the case,” I reply pertly. “I just didn’t want to crush you.”

Rhett throws back his head and roars with laughter before pulling me even more on top of him. “Honey, you couldn’t crush me if you tried. Although, having your sweet little body on top of mine feels like heaven, so maybe you did and I’ve already died.” He smirks, his eyes still alight with laughter. “Then again, if this was heaven, I’d already be inside of you.”

My eyes roll as I hold back a snort. “That’s cheesy, even for you, charming.”

Wrapping his arms around me, Rhett rolls us over swiftly. And now I’m the one in danger of being crushed. Or I would be if he wasn’t holding himself over me.

“Thought you didn’t want charming?”

“Maybe I don’t mind it so much.” I run my hands up and down his back, feeling the muscles bunch and ripple under my touch. “Especially with a few rough edges.”

Rhett moves his hips in a way that runs one of those edges along my pussy, making me ache to be filled.

“I’ve got condoms in the bathroom,” he says, leaning down to kiss my neck. “But the team tests us at the start of each season. I was clear, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”

He thrusts his hips again, the friction of his cock sliding against me, making me dig my nails into his back.

“I’ve got an IUD, and —” I pause on a gasp as he moves once more. “And I’m clear. Oh my God, Rhett, fuck me already. Please.”

I’ve never begged a man for anything before. But after finally experiencing my first orgasm with a man and not a toy, I’m desperate for another. And I can now confirm my friends were right.

Rhett is the perfect man to make this happen.

“Do you realize what it does to me, hearing you beg like that?” he growls in my ear before capturing my earlobe between his teeth. “Fuck. I can feel how wet you are for me. You’re gonna take me so good, aren’t you.”

“Yes, God! I’m so ready. Please.” I try to reach my hand down between us but he beats me to it, lifting his hips, grabbing his cock, and notching it to my entrance.

“Evie,” he says. Just my name. That’s all. And then he’s sliding inside, filling me, easing the ache that’s been building for what feels like forever.

With just a few thrusts, Rhett settles over me, our hips pressed together as tightly as possible. He looks down at me with what almost looks like reverence in his gaze. His hips lift slightly, pumping in and out in slow, small movements that make me shiver as we stare at each other.

This changes everything.

We both know that.

And in this moment, that change feels like the best thing to ever happen to me.

His kiss is sweet, soft at first, but growing deeper and more insistent as he starts to move faster.

I moan into his mouth when he changes the angle, just enough to stroke inside of me in almost the perfect spot. Almost — but not quite.

“I need… Rhett…” I don’t know how to say what I need. I don’t even know what it is. But something is building inside of me that feels like it will obliterate me. And I’m reaching for it, fumbling, unable to find it.

Until Rhett rears back, lifting my legs up onto his shoulders, damn near bending me in half. He kisses the inside of my calf and pulls out almost entirely before plunging back in.

“Yes!” I scream, and he does it again.

“Yes, yes, yes.” I’m babbling incoherently as whatever he does ignites the coil that leads straight to my core. Minutes, or maybe even seconds later, I can’t catch my breath until everything in me lets go all at once.

I feel Rhett pulse inside of me and hear him grunt out my name. “Fuck, Evie.”

His hot, slightly-sticky-with-sweat body lands on mine, his head coming to the space between my head and my shoulder, his lips pressed to my neck. We stay like that for a few seconds, and I can feel his heart racing just as fast as mine.

“That…that was incredible,” I manage to say as Rhett rolls off me and to the side. He laces his fingers with mine, drawing my hand up to kiss my knuckles.

“You are incredible,” he murmurs against my skin, continuing to kiss the back of my hand.

I shift onto my side, and he brings our joined hands onto his chest, turning his head to look at me.

“So what happens now?” I ask quietly, not sure why I’m questioning him at this exact moment. Surely, the conversation could wait a little longer. At least until I’ve gotten up to use the bathroom and clean up.

Rhett seems to be considering my question, his eyes searching my face. “Well, in an ideal world, we’d do that all over again. Cover any material we missed the first time.”

My lips quirk up in a smile. I can’t deny I’m relieved he also doesn’t want to burst the bubble we’ve created for ourselves quite yet.

“You sure you’re up for that? I mean, you are quite a few years older than me,” I tease. “I’d understand if your stamina wasn’t quite up for it.”

Rhett pulls me over him with a growl, smacking my ass. “My stamina is just fine.”

He lifts my hips, and I grab his already-hard-again cock and line it up with my entrance.

“Oh yeah?” I smirk. “Prove it.”

“Trust me. I will.”