I do, without hesitation.
“Lick my fingers clean.”
Dear God.
Under his watchful eye, I obey.
“Good girl. Now, I’ve christened your mouth.”
He’s done so many things to me tonight, I’ve lost count.
“You okay?”
“How I survived those two heart-stopping rounds of dirty action, I’ll never know.”
“Are you saying no to another orgasm?”
My jaw drops.
“Kidding. I doubt I’d survive coming that hard again so soon.”
“Really?”
“I told you, you have a greedy little mouth,” he leans in and drops a soft kiss against my lips.
To my utter shock, Rhett bends over, slides his hands under my armpits and lifts me in his arms as if I weighed as little as a ragdoll.
I squeal.
“The floor didn’t seem too comfortable,” he says, walking us both to the couch. He drops me on it with care and flops next to me.
I look down the length of his body and can’t help but laugh.
“What?”
“How did you manage not to trip over your jeans? You didn’t even bother pulling them up.”
“I was carrying a precious package. No way was I going to fall.”
“You’re such a sweet talker.”
“Are you buttering me up for another round?”
I shake my head. “It’ll take me at least twenty-four hours to recover.”
“Speaking of which, are you free tomorrow?”
“You want to see me again?”
“What kind of question is that? How can you be my girl if I don’t see you as often as I can?”
I’m giddy.
“I’m off for the next four days.”
“What a coincidence. Since I put in a lot of extra hours this week because we were short of a couple guys, I get Sunday and Monday off. Let’s do something.”
“I’m totally up for it.”
