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“Did you have a good time tonight, darlin’?”
“I had the best time.” She smiles back at me. “Thank you for making this one of the best birthdays ever.”
“You’re welcome,” I say softly, reaching out to brush some of her hair out of her face. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, but also, I’m even gladder your birthday isn’t over yet.”
“It’s already after midnight.”
I shake my head. “I don’t give a shit. Our celebration is just beginning, and if I have to to get you on board, I’ll set all the clocks in the house back twenty-four hours.”
With that, I hop out of the truck and round the hood, laughing at the way her mouth gapes like a fish through the windshield. Once I get Leah’s door open, I don’t wait for her to step out. Patience long gone, I grab her by the waist and toss her over my shoulder.
“Rhett!” she shouts. “Your leg! And you don’t even have your brace on!”
“My leg is fuckin’ fine. It’s a different appendage entirely that needs your help.”
“Oh my God! This is the exact opposite of what you should be doing right now!” She slaps me on the back, and giggles follow. “You’re nuts!”
“Well, I’d say that’s a given, considering how long you’ve been drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy.”
Across the gravel and up the steps of my porch, I don’t put her down until we’re inside the house and in close proximity to my bedroom.
Once she’s on her feet, I push her gently up against the wall of the hallway and press my mouth to hers. “I want you,” I whisper against her lips. “I fuckin’ need to feel you. Taste you. Fuckin’ slide inside you.”
She moans. “I want that too.”
Fuck. How can one woman make me feel this insane with desire? With absolute need?
I don’t bother trying to figure it out.
Instead, I guide us into my bedroom, kissing and mingling our excited breathing the whole time. She tastes like birthday cake and sex and sin and all the tempting things she’s been driving me wild with the past few weeks.
She tastes like everything I’ve ever wanted and didn’t even know I needed.
But fuck, I need her. The intensity is raw and palpable and so acute it’s primal.
It’s like I don’t even have a choice—like I can’t go on without knowing what it feels like to be inside her.
She clutches at the material of my shirt, and I yank it over my head without delay. Her dress is next and then her bra, and between each panting breath and each erratic crash of our lips, another item of clothing is removed. I don’t stop until the only thing left between us is her silky, lace panties.
When she goes to tug them down, I push her hands away.
“You’re not taking those off until you’re dripping with need for my cock.”
She whimpers, and I lean down to suck one full breast into my mouth, teasing the hard nipple with the tip of my tongue.
Her hands are in my hair and her chest heaves up and down with needy breaths, and I don’t think my cock has ever been harder in my life.
“Rhett, please,” she begs, but I just move my mouth to her other breast. I’m going to tease us both until satisfaction is the only tool left for survival.
“Please, what, darlin’?”
She moans and jolts her hips forward.
“Please keep doing this to your perfect tits?” I smirk against her skin and then flick my tongue against her nipple. “Or should I move my attention somewhere else on this sexy body of yours?”
A whimper escapes her throat.
With my hands on her hips, I gently ease her onto the bed, and when I stare down at her, my chest expands at the sight. Her thighs tremble with need, and her full tits heave up and down with each panting breath. Her hair fans out around her, and her eyes are completely unguarded, just wide and open and showing me everything she’s feeling.
“I could stare at you all night,” I whisper against her skin as I lean forward to skate my tongue across her breasts and down her belly.
“Please don’t do that,” she says, through a half giggle, half moan. “I’m definitely going to need more from you tonight than staring.”
I grin, continuing to slide my tongue across her hips, only pausing to place openmouthed kisses on her skin. She reaches down and pulls my hands up to her breasts, and she arches her back when I grip the pliant flesh.
I only stop my mouth’s momentum when I reach the edge of lace and silk, and Leah pushes her hips toward me.
“Take them off.”
“You wet for me, darlin’?”
She nods and pushes her hips up again.
I move my mouth over her panties, and when I hover over her clit, I can tell she’s soaked through the silk material.
