My hands gently sweep her hair out of her face as I cradle her head between my hands; it’s like I have my whole world within my grasp. “Your brain is too damn smart for your own good. You think quick on your feet and stay logical…most of the time.”
She sticks out her tongue at me, and a chuckle rumbles through me. God, I love her. I thought the big man upstairs had dealt me a shitty deck, but by giving me her, I truly have the winning hand.
My lips quickly brush against hers. “I love this mouth of yours; I never know what’s going to come out of it, but it usually brings me more joy than I can imagine.”
Gently, I pull off her shirt, exposing her breasts, which have swelled up quite noticeably since the last time I saw her. Fuck, she looks good pregnant. I brush my lips against where I imagine her heart. “Your heart. You put everyone else first while still not taking any shit from anyone. I want to be more like you.” The last words are a secret confession.
She throws her arms around my neck. “I want you just as you are, Rhett Rivers. You were made for me, and me for you. I wouldn’t change a single thing about you.” Gently pulling, she drags me down to her lips where I surrender.
Chapter 24
Aspen
My heart thunders so loud in my ears I can hardly think straight. I can’t believe this is actually happening right now. I’ve wanted this, prayed for this, and grieved when I thought it would never happen. I watch Rhett closely as the dust from his crumbled walls settles against us as his lips move with mine.
“I love you,” he says again and again against my lips. My heart feels like it’s sprouted wings and taken flight. Every worry in my body has melted into oblivion. The only thing I can think of right now is this man in front of me. “I believe you and I have some making up to do,” he says as he gently lays me down on the bed.
“I agree.” Anticipation roars through me. I have been responsible for my own orgasms, thanks to the hunk of a man hovering over me, which should be a crime punishable by the law.
“Well, I best get to fixing that,” he says as he slides to his knees at the end of the bed. He slides off my panties and throws them across the room.
His eyes look like they are on fire. The look of hunger and desire in them fuels my arousal. He slowly wets his lips, and my eyes catch on the movement, desperate to get his lips back on mine.
His fingers gently move up my thighs, making his way to my core; the throbbing must be a beacon for him. My breath starts coming in short spurts, and hitches entirely when his thumb brushes against me, working me open.
“So damn responsive,” he says, his hot breath sending a chill through me. “Now if you don’t mind, I've spent the last few months dreaming of this, needing to get a taste of you.”
He moves down my body, my legs going over his shoulders as his lips softly brush against me. His tongue teases me in ways that have my fingertips gripping the sheets.
His tongue lashes against my clit once more, and I cry out, “Rhett, yes.”
My response must be triggering something in him, because he doubles down on his efforts. He replaces his tongue with his thumb against my clit, and moves his mouth slowly. Devouring me like I am the best thing he’s ever tasted.
My moans bounce against the walls of the room. I feel my walls convulse around him as I get closer and closer. His large hands grip my bare thighs, digging in. It’s thrilling to know he enjoys this as much as I do.
“Please don’t stop,” I say as my hands find the back of his head, fingers weaving into his dark hair. My own is thrown back in pleasure as my body climbs higher and higher. My fingers pull, and he groans. The vibration sends shockwaves through my body.
The best thing about Rhett is if I tell him what’s working. He sticks to it. He ups his efforts, but changes nothing.
My body convulses as my orgasm reaches its peak. Months of tension melt away into pure bliss and peace.
“My girl looks so damn good when she comes on my face,” he says as he rocks back to his heels and stands. The crotch of his jeans strains against his erection. The sight makes my mouth water.
My girl.
Hearing him say those words makes something hum in me.
"I think you’ll like it even better when I come all over your cock.” I wink at him. Knowing we are just getting started, and judging by the situation going on behind his zipper, I won't be disappointed. “Bare.”
This is something we’ve never been able to do before. There has always been something between us. Both literally and physically. Now? We’re bare to each other and I want to feel every bit of him.
“I cannot tell you how badly I’ve wanted to fuck that pussy bare. Nothing between us, just my cock stroking through that sweet, dripping wet pussy,” he says with a crooked smirk that would drop my panties if he hadn’t already flung them across the room.
He makes slow work of unworking his belt. Each second feels like agonized torture. He pulls the belt through each loop until it’s off and in the discard pile with the rest of my clothes.
“I know we’ve done this before,” he says.
My mind replays through the many times we have been in this position, and how deep down, I wanted it to be like this. Our hearts as tangled as our bodies.
