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Rhett

It’s barely past seven when Shea lets herself into my kitchen with two to-go cups from Cup O’Joe and a smile that has my cock stirring without warning. “Mornin’, beautiful,” I say, taking the cup she offers me and placing a kiss on her lips. “Levi’s already gone up to the resort. Tyler?”

“Morning.” She smiles. “He’s doing online classes until eleven. I told him we’d pick him up for lunch and shoot some town footage after. It’s supposed to be a gorgeous day.” She sets her coffee down on the counter and steps into me, her hands sliding up my bare chest. I’m in nothing but a pair of grey sweats. “Which means we have some…free time.”

I set my cup down. “That so.”

“Mhm.” Her fingers trace the waistband of my sweats, and those big brown eyes flick up to mine, dark and full of intent.

This woman.

I don’t answer with words. I fist her hair, tip her head back and kiss her, slow and deep, walking her backward through my house until her spine meets my bedroom door. She laughs against my mouth, breathless, and I swallow the sound as I reach behind her, twist the knob, and back us both inside.

She tugs my sweats down my hips. And I strip her blouse over her head, toss it, and get my hands on her. I lay her back on my bed, and fuck, the sight of her. I strip the rest of her leggings and underwear and toss them to the side.

I settle between her thighs, but she’s already reaching for me. “Rhett,” she whimpers.

“Lie back, baby,” I press a kiss to the inside of her knee, her thigh, working my way up.

She shivers, her hands in my hair. And when I finally get my mouth on her, she arches clean off the bed with a gasp.

I take my time, knowing exactly how she likes it. Flat, firm strokes of my tongue, the way she needs me to circle her clit before I seal my lips around it and suck. I know the sound she makes right before she loses it, that high broken little cry, and I chase it, my hands locked over her hips to hold her still while I work her.

“Oh—Oh, god, right there, don’t stop.” Her thighs tremble and I groan against her, the taste of her driving me out of my mind. The need to feel her come on my tongue is overwhelming. My cock aching. “Rhett…”

I don’t let up. She goes tight and then she shatters, crying out my name, her back bowing off the bed as she comes against my mouth. I stay with her, gentling, lapping at her creamy cunt until she’s boneless and gasping, tugging weakly at my hair.

“Come here,” she pants. “I need you. Now.”

I grin and kiss my way up her body. I settle my hips between her thighs as she reaches between us. Her hand wraps around me, guiding me to where she’s slick and ready. I groan as the head of my cock drags through her heat. Fuckin’ hell.

I push into her, slowly at first, then snap my hips, burying myself deep. She moans. Bare, warm, tight, her body stretches to take me. “That’s it, baby,” I breathe. “Take all of me.”

I brace on my forearms, cage her in, and start to move. Hard rolls of my hips have her clutching at my back, her nails biting into me. But there’s no rush this morning. I want to feel every second of it. Her lips part, her eyelids flutter closed.

I’ve never wanted anything the way I want this woman.

“Look at me,” I growl, thrusting deep inside her.

Her eyes flutter open, find mine, and hold. And the intimacy of her gazing up at me while I move… It hits harder than anything physical could.

“You feel so good,” she whispers, her hands sliding up over my shoulders. “Rhett, I—”

Something rises up in her, but she stops herself, and my heart pounds against my ribs because I think I know what it is. And I want it so fucking bad I can taste it. But she doesn’t say it. She pulls me down and kisses me instead, hungry and searching as she rolls her hips up to meet mine. Then she plants a hand on my chest and pushes. I let her flip us, going onto my back with her straddling me, my cock still clutched in her hot embrace.

“Goddamn,” I groan, my hands gripping her hips.

She braces her palms on my chest and rises up, then sinks back down, taking me to the hilt. And the sight of her above me—head tipped back, curls wild, riding me slow in the morning light—is something I’d frame if I could. She sets her own rhythm, unhurried, chasing exactly what she needs, and I let her. I slide my hands up her thighs, her waist, up to cup her breasts, and she moans, grinding down harder against me.

“That’s it, beautiful,” I rasp. “Just like that. Fuck me.”

“Oh, Rhett.” She rolls her hips as her walls start to pulse around me.

I reach between us and press my thumb to her clit, circling in time with the roll of her hips. She cries out, her rhythm going ragged. “Come on. Come for me.”

She shatters a second time, clenching around me so hard I nearly go with her. Her nails dig into my chest as she rides it out. Watching her fall apart on top of me, flushed and wild and fucking mine, it drags me right to the edge…

“Shea, baby, I’m gonna—”