“If I don’t think, I’m going to drag you out of here.” His voice has a husky timbre.
“Perfect, there are less eyes at home.”
The second his truck hits park by his cabin, I pull him in my direction, dragging his lips to mine.
He slows me down. “Aspen, we need to talk if we’re going to do this.”
I blink at him, a little too hot and bothered to be doing a lot of talking.
His intensity in his gaze lets me know he’s serious. So I sit back and wait.
“If we do this, it can only be once.” His voice sounds pained.
I scrunch my face, immediately ready to argue that my brother will get over it. “Weston will-..”
“Please, if you want to do this. It’s just once. I know you deserve more, but I can't offer you more than one night.” His words cool some of my rushing blood.
“One night only. Do you agree?” he asks, leaving the ball in my court.
“If we’re only doing this once, you better make it the best night of my life.” I wink.
I don’t want just one night, there's something here. That kiss felt like we’ve been doing it our whole life, I want more of that.
His eyes reignite, all of the desire pooling back up. “I can deliver on that part.”
My body roars back to life with the way he looks at me.
He carries me in and drops me on my back to the mattress. Slowly, he unbuttons his shirt, and fuck, if this man doesn’t devour me in seconds I might die.
Rhett is all man, strong chest covered by dark, curling hair.
Leaning over me, he peppers my body with a whisper of kisses from my lips down to my collarbone, making my body break out in goosebumps.
One arm braces him up, while the other sneaks under my shirt. When his large hand cups my breast, my body arches underneath him.
“Fuck, if that has you squirming, I can’t wait to see what happens when I get my mouth on you.” His tongue glides over his lips and suddenly I find myself a little afraid of what I just signed up for.
He helps me pull off my shirt as his gaze skates over me, perusing every inch of my skin. That act would usually leave me feeling self-conscious, not with him. I find myself glowing internally at what my body does for him.
“These have got to go.” He unbuttons and tugs my jeans off with such ease that I’m left speechless.
Who knew ripping jeans off could be so…hot.
“Take yours off too, while you’re at it.” My voice comes out more breathless than I’d like.
“Eager for me, are ya?” He chuckles.
Yes. I’ve been dreaming about this for years. But saying that would be mortifying, so instead I just grin.
When his pants hit the deck and I get the first glance at what he’s working with, package-wise, my eyes feel like they’re going to bulge out of my head.
“Uh, I don’t think that is going to fit,” I say, propped up on my elbow.
He quirks a brow. “Oh yes it will. I promise.”
His fingers push my panties to the side, and they glide across me, gathering my arousal. “Good God, Aspen. You’re so wet.”
I’d be embarrassed, but the look on his face squashes that feeling before it can take root.
