That tone of voice gave me shivers every time. I secretly loved bossy Rhett.
Reaching for the button on my jeans, I asked, “Should we take this to the bedroom?”
“We will.” His eyes glided over my body as I revealed more skin. “Soon.”
I shimmied the jeans over my hips, fully aware the action made my C-cups bounce… and his mouth dry, judging by the way he licked his lips. I was wearing a black lace demi bra and matching thong, because when I’d dressed earlier I’d hoped this evening would end with a little striptease and wanted to be ready.
“Nice.” He slipped a finger under my bra strap. “There’s just something about you in lingerie that gets me every time.”
He hadn’t said there was something about a woman in lingerie, he’d specifically saidme. I liked that. “I’ll have to remember that.” I had an impressive collection of lingerie and wouldn’t mind putting on a private show for him.
I rolled forward on my toes, curling my arms around his neck.
His hands glided over my ribs before settling on my hips. “You sure you’re ready for this? You’ll have nowhere to run tonight.”
And I didn’t even think I would if I could. What the hell was happening to me? “It’ll be a first for me. A sleepover after sex.” Last night had been a first too. A sleepover, period.
He smirked. “You know how much I like being your first.”
“I hope you know you ruined me for all other men, being my first.” God had I really just said that? It was true, but I’d never intended to admit it. I couldn’t even blame the wine. I’d only had two glasses.
“Is that right?” His hands slid to my ass, squeezing. “Now I know I like that.” He leaned in to kiss me, his voice a whisper, “So why have you been wasting your time on all those boys, beautiful? You wanted me, all you had to do was ask.”
I was getting so turned on and he’d barely touched me. But this wasn’t the fast and furious foreplay we’d grown accustomed to. He seemed content to take his time, maybe because we had all night. I just hoped I had the restraint to take it slow.
“Maybe I was afraid of getting addicted to you.” All of these truths that I’d suppressed for so long were spilling out tonight, and I didn’t know how the hell to stop them. Or whether I wanted to.
“Legitimate fear.”
His scruff scraped my skin as his lips glided down my neck and thrill bumps rose all over my body.
“Enough talk, Rhett. Come on.” I knew I sounded desperate, needy, but I was done playing games. I needed this to go down. Now.
He chuckled as he scooped me up and carried me down the hall to the bedrooms. “I love that you’re not afraid to ask for what you want. I think that’s one of your sexiest qualities.”
“Really?” I was kissing his neck, making his fingers bite into my flesh as he kicked my bedroom door open wider. “And I always thought it was the way I made you lose control.” I knew we had a level of comfort that meant we could let our guard down with each other, at least in the bedroom, and I wondered if he’d ever had that with anyone else. I hadn’t.
“That too.”
He kicked the door shut with his heel before setting me down on the thick area rug. He framed my face with his hands and I got the impression he wanted to say something, but was holding back. Normally I would have been terrified at the prospect of getting inside his head, but tonight I wanted to take up residence there.
“Talk to me,” I whispered, unbuttoning his shirt before sliding it over his shoulders. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“Just that it’s been a while.”
I reached for his belt buckle, torn between asking if he was speaking about us or himself, deciding I didn’t want to know. “Yeah, it has.” I tugged the belt through the loops, salivating at the sight of his chest. He had the best chest. Smooth, tanned, powerful. And his biceps. Don’t even get me started. Maybe I was crazy to try fighting my addiction for so many years. I should have just surrendered to it and maybe I could have enjoyed this every night. “Too long.”
He un-buttoned his jeans, sliding them down before swiftly kicking them off. “You could have called.”
“I knew you were pissed.”
“Yeah, I was. And you know why.” His gray eyes darkened, making all the blood in my head rush south. “I hadn’t gotten my fill of you last time you left. Not by a long shot.”
I cupped his erection through his black boxer briefs. “How long do you think it might take for you to get your fill of me?”
He shook his head before I kissed his chest. His heart was beating as fast as mine was.
“I’ve been asking myself that question for the past fifteen years. Still don’t have the answer.”
