Page 140 of Falling for the Grumpy Bad Boy

“I’m not letting you go again,” he murmured. The back of his hand traced down my cheek. “You’re going to have to accept that. Are you sure you’re okay with that?”

“I’m sure,” I whispered, and I meant it. Whatever happened next, whatever challenges we would face, I wanted this. I wanted him. “I love you, Rhett.”

“I love you too,” he said, and then he was kissing me with a tenderness that made my knees weak.

This was different from our desperate encounter in the hotel room or in his limo. This was slow, deliberate, full of promise. His hands moved over me with reverence. When he lifted my sweater over my head, his eyes never left mine.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against my skin as his lips traced a path down my throat. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I confirmed, my fingers tugging at the hem of his sweater. “Completely yours.”

We undressed each other slowly, savoring each revealed inch of skin. He laid me down on his bed. The city lights streaming through the windows cast everything in a soft, ethereal glow. He positioned himself above me, his dark eyes drinking me in like I was something sacred.

“I want to worship every inch of you,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “I want to memorize you.”

His lips started at my forehead, pressing soft kisses there before moving to my eyelids, my cheeks, the tip of my nose. He was taking his time, as if we had all night, which we did. The thought sent a thrill through me. We could do this every night.

For the rest of our lives, if we wanted.

His mouth found mine again, and I melted into the kiss, my hands tangling in his dark hair. But he didn’t linger there long. He had a mission, and I was helpless to do anything but surrender to it.

He traced a path down my throat with his tongue, finding that sensitive spot where my pulse was hammering. I arched beneath him, already breathless, but he just smiled against my skin and continued his journey south.

“So responsive,” he whispered, his hands skimming over my ribs. “I love watching you fall apart for me.”

His mouth found my collarbone, then the swell of my breast. When he took my nipple between his lips, I cried out, my back bowing off the mattress. He lavished attention on one breast, then the other, until I was writhing beneath him.

“Rhett,” I gasped, but he just hummed against my skin and kept moving lower.

He kissed his way down my stomach, his hands stroking my sides. Every touch sent electricity shooting through me. By the time he reached the inside of my thighs, I was trembling with need.

“Please,” I whispered, begging him to set me ablaze.

He looked up at me then, his eyes dark with want. “I’ve got you, baby. Let me take care of you.”

When his mouth finally found me where I needed him most, I nearly came apart immediately. He was thorough, relentless, using his tongue and lips to drive me higher and higher until I was sobbing his name and clutching at the sheets.

The first orgasm crashed over me like a wave, leaving me gasping and shaking. But he didn’t stop. He gentled his touch but kept going, building me up again with patient determination.

“I can’t,” I protested weakly, but my body was already responding to him again.

“Yes, you can,” he said against me, his voice vibrating through my core. “Give me another one, Clem. I want to feel you fall apart for me again.”

The second time was even more intense, a slow burn that built and built until I was sure I might die from the pleasure of it, white hot and scorching. When I finally came down from the high, I was limp and boneless. Tears of satisfaction streamed down my cheeks.

Rhett kissed his way back up my body, his lips gentle on my oversensitive skin. When he reached my mouth, I could taste myself on his lips. It sent another spark of desire through me, despite my exhaustion.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured against my lips. “So beautiful when you let go like that.”

I pulled him down for a deeper kiss, pouring all my love and gratitude into it. I could feel how hard he was against my thigh, how much restraint he was showing.

“I need you,” I whispered against his mouth. “Please, Rhett. I need you inside me.”

His control finally snapped. He reached for protection from his nightstand, his hands shaking slightly as he prepared himself. Then he was positioning himself at my entrance, his eyes locked on mine.

“I love you,” he said as he slowly pushed inside me. “God, Clem, I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” I managed to say, overwhelmed by the feeling of him filling me completely.