His opinion has little weight, considering we had to endure all those years when he was determined on dating the most radical and militant women in New York. One of them nearly gave Nonna Ambrosia a heart attack over dinner when she accused my pious Catholic grandmother of being a cruel, sadistic devil worshipper for serving veal. She was so rude, she flipped the veal dish before storming out of the house.
I turn in Rhett’s arms and face him. “What can I say? I got wrangled by a small-town boy and now my expectations are different.”
“So… good wrangled?”
“Definitely.” I grin wide.
His eyes shift over my head. “You know, it would be a crime to leave this room and not give that bed one last workout.”
“You’re right. A good nights’ sleep will help us handle the jetlag much better.”
“Sleep?”
His expression is priceless.
“You know, the activity that helps restore your body.”
He slaps my ass.
I rub the sore spot, a grin stretching my lips.
“I had another kind of activity in mind.” He places his hands in the small of my back, fusing our bodies together. “One that involves my cock and your pussy.”
I frown. “That doesn’t sound restorative.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I’m going to bang you so hard, you’ll fall into a comatose sleep.” His dirty words are fuel to my mounting desire.
“Promises, promises.”
“Be careful what you wish for.”
I’m already wet, my pussy aching for him. My nipples are hard and tingling.
How does he manage to get me worked up so fast?
“What if I don’t want to be careful?”
Rhett puts an abrupt end to my sassiness. He wraps his arms around me and covers my mouth with his. He kisses me hard. He’s demanding like always, fucking my mouth with his tongue until I melt in his embrace, and I’m mewling like a content kitten.
I slide one hand down his body until it cups his stiff cock. “You’re so hard.”
“Because I want you so damn much.”
“You always say that.”
“Because it’s true. I can’t foresee the day when I’ll ever tire of worshiping your body.”
His words…“I’m lucky to have you.”
He drags his tongue to the base of my neck, and a sigh stammers from deep inside my chest. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time.”
His confession silences me for a beat.
He works his way back to my mouth, nibbling at me in biting kisses. When he covers my mouth with his again, a rush of emotions run down my spine. He kisses me hard and possessive, owning my mouth, while keeping me immobile by fisting my hair.
Until Rhett, I never knew how much of a turn on it was to be fully dominated by a man.
“Please… fuck me.” I’m unable to take the teasing any longer.
