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I reach up to play with my nipple, plucking it between my fingers. Rhett watches me from between my legs, his entire face lit up, and seeing the joy there—the challenge—
My pussy clamps down on his thumb, and he growls, literally growls, as my orgasm rips through me. I close my eyes and hold on to him for dear life. Sensation pounds low in my core, its shockwaves spreading through me with alarming fierceness. My legs shake, and I arch my back, and Rhett kisses my clit, a slow, soothing motion that helps bring me back to earth.
I open my eyes to see this funny expression on his face. His eyes are soft—soft and hot—and his brows are curved upward, his brow adorably wrinkled.
My heart dips.
What the hell did we just do?
Can we do more of it?
“Don’t tell me you’re already having second thoughts,” I say.
“No,” he replies forcefully, shaking his head. “No. The opposite, actually. Because communication is sexy—well, I’m gonna communicate that I just might be catching feelings.”
My heart dips harder. I don’t know what to say. “Wow. Wow, okay.”
“Are you?” His eyes flick over my breasts, my belly. “Having second thoughts?”
His dick brushes my calf. I look down. “Little late for that. Do you have condoms?”
“Sex on the first date,” he says.
“Something wrong with that?”
He runs a hand over his face, grinning. “I thought you said I wouldn’t get laid with this scruff.”
“Maybe I’ve changed my mind.”
“Hallelujah.”
“Told you getting older doesn’t always suck.”
“You’re right.” The look in his eyes sharpens. “You are so fucking right, A.”
I look at him, and he looks back. I unhook my leg from his shoulder and fall to kneeling, one knee at a time. I take his face in my hands and kiss him. He tastes salty this time, salty and a little sweet from the wine.
He kisses me back hungrily, hand on my face. Hands all over me, my neck and my shoulders and my tits. He curls an arm around my waist and guides me down onto the bed of the truck, the blanket soft against my back.
He lays me down and kisses me so well and so hard my body rises into the caress. He lays on top of me, the weight of his body making me breathless, warm, needy.
I loop my arms around his neck and dig my fingers into his hair. He groans, trailing his mouth down my jaw to my throat. I gasp, turning my head to give him access. Closing my eyes to revel in the sensation of being loved this way. Wholly.
Recklessly.
We’re being reckless. But I’d be lying if I said reckless didn’t also feel right.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Rhett
I tear through my glove compartment, cursing when I can’t find the condoms I put in there earlier.
I’m going to fuck Amelia Fox.
Amelia Fox is lying naked in the bed of my truck, waiting for me.
Blows my mind she’s as hot for me as I am for her.
For once, she wants what I want. What if that’s the case for more than sex? What if the things I’ve believed about myself for so long aren’t true anymore?
What if they were never true?
What if this is? The anticipation thrumming through my veins, the ache in my ribs from laughing so hard. The feeling that I’m exactly where I’m meant to be, with exactly who I’m meant to be with.
If that’s our story, well, I don’t know if it’s a book I should buy, or if it’s one I’m better off burning.
All I know is I am fucking burning for this girl.
Finally finding the Trojans, I slam the passenger door shut and jog back to the bed of the truck.
And then I really do almost have a heart attack.
Amelia’s legs are spread, and she’s toying lazily with her pussy, fingers gliding through her folds as one of her bent legs moves back and forth, back and forth. Her tits are right out of that song “Night Moves”: full, pert, the bottoms slightly heavier so her nipples point thirstily upward.
The sound of the crickets pulses around us.
“Honey.”
Her eyes are hazy. One side of her mouth curls into a smile. “I was thinking about you.”
My dick surges. I tear a condom off the sleeve and toss the sleeve to the side on the bed.
I get why our breakup fucked with my head so badly. This girl is heaven.
Just gotta hope she doesn’t put me through hell again.
“I was gone for two seconds.”
“Long enough to miss you. Miss the way you touched me.”
“Argh,” I bite out, rolling the condom on in short, brutal strokes. I climb onto the bed, leaning down. I brush her hand aside and give her pussy one last, long lick with the flat of my tongue. She moans, and my balls tighten, and I work my way up her body, stopping to bite one nipple, then another. I drag my stubble up her neck, kissing her there. Sucking her.
