Maybe this month together, regular sex and sleepovers, would be enough for us to get this craving for each other out of our systems. If not? We were seriously screwed.
ChapterSix
Rhett
Briar was getting under my skin in a way she never had before. Burrowing deep. Saying things I’d never heard her say. And it was making me crazy.
We were naked, in her bed. I was sheathed, ready to enter her, but when our eyes locked, I kissed her instead. A deep, intense, passionate kiss that made her moan and draw me closer. This was different than our previous encounters. This was slow. Sensual. We were talking. Exploring. Slowly driving each other insane.
This was the woman I’d always wanted her to be every other time we’d been together. But she’d always hidden behind a veil of seduction before. She let me get close, but not too close. She’d let me have her body, but kept her heart well-guarded. Every time our clothes came off her walls went up. But tonight wasn’t like that. She was giving me a glimpse at her soul tonight, and it made me crave more.
She reached between us, guiding my shaft inside of her. I let her take the lead because I knew her well enough to know she retreated when she was scared. If I could make her feel comfortable, like she was still the one calling the shots, her walls might continue to crumble.
She moaned, tipping her head back as I claimed my rightful place inside of her. Ever since the very first time we’d been together all those years ago something told methiswas where I belonged. But I’d ignored that voice because I knew she’d run fast and far if I ever uttered theCword. Commitment was a dirty word to Briar. And contrary to my past actions, I wasn’t a sucker for rejection.
“This,” she whispered, letting her teeth graze my shoulder, “is what I’ve been missing.”
My heart lurched because she was echoing my thoughts. I’d been missing her too. More so because I’d convinced myself I’d never have this level of intimacy with her. This wasn’t sex. It was something bigger, something more.
I closed my eyes, settling into an incredible rhythm of roll and retreat. Our bodies were speaking a language that had always been unique to us. I’d had plenty of sex before, butthisexperience was unnerving. It was all-encompassing, but fragile at the same time, like we could lose this connection with our next breath.
She reached for me, kissing me the way I’d kissed her earlier, like she was craving the intimacy as much as I was. Finally tearing her mouth from mine, her breathing ragged, she whispered, “Jesus, Rhett… what the hell is happening to us?”
I clenched my jaw, refusing to allow words to spill out. Because I was afraid if they did they’d be the wrong words. The ones that would scare her away again.
“Just enjoy it, baby.” I didn’t want her to over-think it. I just wanted her to ease into this, slowly accept what I already knew. Things were getting real. Soon it would be impossible to fight it. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to anymore. This woman had already been hell on my heart, but I was just crazy enough to turn it over to her once again.
“Oh God—” She tipped her hips up, her body tensing as I continued to thrust, lost in the rush of bringing her to climax. I was one lucky bastard. My life consisted of a lot of crazy-good experiences, but I was pretty sure this topped the list.
“Rhett, I—”
I loved when she was incoherent, so lost in her own pleasure she couldn’t even form words. I never wanted this feeling to end, for her, or for me. The force of her orgasm was almost too potent to fight, but I forced myself to hold back. To slow down. Breathe. Get lost in her kisses again. Let my lips glide down her neck, skim her shoulder, enjoying every single second spent savouring her body.
Her nails were pressing into my back and I wanted her to see the evidence. I wanted her to feel the reminder with every step she took tomorrow. I wanted her to taste me on her tongue long after she brushed her teeth. To see the abrasions from my beard on her breasts. I wanted to imprint everything about this night in her memory. So she couldn’t keep hiding from the truth: this was real.
“You’re incredible,” she whispered in my ear. “Multiple O’s…” She sighed. “Only with you.”
Every time we were together, I pleasured her until she was begging me for mercy. But it still hadn’t been enough to make her want to stay, so I knew better than to think incredible sex was the key to unlocking the mystery of this woman.
The tension was building and her words of awe weren’t helping. I was already coiled tight, barely holding on, but when she clasped me tighter and started kissing my neck, I was done. I wanted to spill inside of her, to claim her in a way no other man ever had, and that was the visual exploding inside my head when she gasped in my ear, letting me know she was right there with me.
I forgot how to breathe for a second as I tried to find the strength in my arms to brace my weight above her body. My head was spinning. My heart was pounding. There were stars behind my eyes. And I knew something big had happened. This wasn’t just physical. Or sexual. This was scary as hell.
“I need a minute,” I said, when I finally found the strength to get up.
She giggled when I swayed as I got to my feet. “You okay?”
No, I was definitely not okay. “Be right back, beautiful.”
I closed and locked the bathroom door, before staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.This is bad.My chest was tightening as fear crept in. I had a sneaking suspicion what this was, but if I didn’t acknowledge it maybe I wouldn’t have to face it. Hell, no. I couldn’t be falling in love with a girl who broke out in hives whenever she talked about marriage, even in general terms.
I took care of business before bracing my hands on the quartz countertop as I hung my head, trying to get my shit together. Sleeping with her for the next month would seriously mess me up if I couldn’t quash these feelings for her. I had to figure out how to compartmentalize. To enjoy the sex, the physical release, without blurting out something stupid that would end it all.
“Good luck with that, you stupid bastard,” I whispered to my reflection in the mirror.
I was so screwed.
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