The first time I saw him, I thought the eye-popping bulge between his legs was a figment of my imagination. Now, I know it wasn’t.
Wow.
I guess there might be a correlation between feet, hands, and manhood.
I squirm against my seat, doing my best to diffuse the tingling sensations awakening my pussy.
Rhett runs a slow finger up my arm and along the side of my neck. “A gentleman always asks.”
“Asks what?”
“If he can kiss a pretty girl.”
“Oh.”
“Is that a yes or a no, Carina?”
“You want to kiss me?”
“I’ve wanted to kiss you from the moment I saw you, but kissing you under the stars is even sweeter.”
“Oh.”
He leans in closer and cups my face in his strong hands.
I look up into his green eyes and I lose myself like I had the first time we met.
“Sounds like you’re surprised.”
“I am.”
“Why is it so hard to believe?” He rubs the pads of his thumbs against my cheeks. “I probably shouldn’t say this, but I love your soft skin.”
His words make me ache all over.
“Rhett.” I bring my hands up to his. I’m not sure if I’m trying to stop him or coax him to keep caressing me.
He drops his forehead against mine. “I like how you sink into my touch as if it’s second nature.”
I slide my hands to his chest and twist against his black shirt, hoping that’ll be enough to prevent me from being swept away in a sea of emotions.
“I’ve been fantasizing about those lips for the past two weeks.” His tongue dances across my lower lip.
“Oh, God.”
Rhett’s lips part, and my own mirror his. The sensation of us breathing against one another is so intimate. We’re so in sync, it’s hard to believe we just met.
“You still haven’t answered me.”
I’m so turned on, it’s impossible to keep a straight head. “Huh?”
“Do I get to kiss the pretty girl, yes or no?”
Rhett breathes in, while I breathe out.
The energy between us is combustive.
I’ve never felt this desired or want before.
