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“All I can think of is having my face buried between your thighs and eating you out until you come gushing all over my face as I struggle to lap every single drop of your sweet juices flooding my mouth.”

Blink.

Blink.

Blink.

“And I want to do it over and over again,” he says. “I want to devour your pussy until my lips andtongue make you sore and sensitive. I’m sure you have the prettiest little clit—all pink, hard, and swollen.” He lets out a loud sigh. “I’d lose my fucking mind if I were ever able to taste you.”

Like his earlier admission wasn’t raunchy enough.

I remain mute.

My brain can’t even catch up with such a lewd confession, but my body… that’s a different story.

Every part of me responds to his words.

He cocks a brow. “Too much?”

I think a tsunami would have a less devastating effect on me.

I’m still at a loss for words.

“I’m sorry,” Rhett says. “I broke my promise to you.”

Which one?

“I was supposed to be a gentleman, but here I am acting like a lust-struck fool. What can I say? You turn me on. Plain and simple.”

“I do?” My mouth finally catches up with my brain.

He nods. “I have no self-control around you. I’m sure you must think less of me.”

“I want it all.” My cheeks flame up at my audacity.

“You do?” He licks his lips.

I watch as his tongue darts out and smooths over his gorgeous full lips. And forgive me God, but I can only see him making true on his promise. I want to know how it feels to lose it all over a man’s tongue. Heck, I want to know what it feels like to lose it to a man, period.

“Yes.” I glance down, embarrassed.

“Naughty Carina.”

“I’ve never had a guy say things like that to me, let alone one who’s as sexy as you.” My breathing increases.

“Shoot. You had to go there.” He smiles.

Those damn sexy dimples.

He leans in until his lips flirt with my ear. “Feel this.” He grabs my hand and presses it against his cock. “This is for you.”

He’s so hard.“Dear God.”

“You want it?”

I nod. “I do.”

“I’m staying with my best friend Jenkins for now until my farmhouse is?—”