Page 141 of Falling for the Grumpy Bad Boy

He moved slowly at first, letting me adjust, but I could feel the tension in his shoulders, the way he was holding himself back. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

“Don’t hold back,” I whispered. “I want all of you.”

That was all the permission he needed. He began to move with purpose, setting a rhythm that had us both rocketing toward release. Every thrust sent pleasure shooting through me, building on the aftershocks of my earlier orgasms.

“You feel so good,” he groaned against my neck. “So perfect. Mine.”

“Yours,” I agreed breathlessly. “Always yours.”

We moved together like we’d been doing this for years instead of only a couple of times. He seemed to know exactly what I needed, adjusting his angle until I was seeing stars again.

When my third orgasm hit, it took him with me. He buried his face in my neck, my name falling from his lips as he found his own release.

Afterward, we lay tangled together, both of us breathing hard. He pulled me close, my head on his chest so I could hear his heartbeat slowly returning to normal.

“That was…” I started, then trailed off, not sure how to finish.

“Perfect,” he supplied, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “You’re perfect.”

I tilted my head to look at him, noting the soft expression on his usually guarded face. This was Rhett completely vulnerable and open in a way I’d never seen before.

“I don’t want to go home tonight,” I admitted.

“Then don’t,” he said simply. “Stay. Stay forever if you want.”

I laughed softly. “Maybe we ease into that.”

“I’ll wait. I just want you here with me.”

I settled back against his chest, feeling more content than I had in weeks. Tomorrow we would visit his father, and who knew what challenges that would bring? But right now, in this moment, everything was perfect.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I promised him, and I meant it with every fiber of my being.

“Even when I’m difficult? Because I will be, Clem. I’m going to mess up sometimes. I’m going to let my past get in the way, or my temper, or my stubborn pride.”

I lifted my head to look at him. “Then I’ll call you on it. And you’ll apologize. And we’ll figure it out together. That’s what people who love each other do.”

He was quiet for a long moment. I could see him processing that concept, the idea that love wasn’t perfect, but it could be permanent if both people were willing to work for it.

“I’ve never had that before,” he said finally. “Someone who was willing to stick around through the difficult parts.”

“Well, you have it now,” I said firmly. “Whether you like it or not.”

A slow smile spread across his face. “I like it. I like it a lot.”

“Rhett?” I said sleepily.

“Mmm?”

“Tomorrow, after we visit your father, can we go shopping for some throw pillows?”

His chest rumbled with quiet laughter. “Absolutely. As many throw pillows as you want.”

“And maybe some actual books for those empty bookshelves?”

“Whatever makes you happy.”

I smiled against his skin. “You make me happy.”

“Good,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Because you make me happy too. Happier than I ever thought possible.” He paused. “Just don’t let the world know. I have a reputation to maintain.”

We laughed and, eventually, fell asleep in each other’s arms.