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“You wouldn’t like that?”
“Well, this is technically our second date. I don’t think we’re quite there yet.”
“Technically, this isn’t even really a date. Or is it? Is it our first because I’m not sure the hotel actually counted as a date.”
“You’re right. I’m not sure this really is a date. Although, you did ask me to dinner and I am wearing a dress, so…”
“You won’t be wearing it for long.” Bella made a choked noise at the back of her throat and Rhett couldn’t contain a chuckle.
“Is it wrong that I want to bite you?” she rasped.
“It depends how hard the biting would be. Would it draw blood? I guess that could be kind of sexy, even if you did. It would just depend where you drew the blood.”
“I’m not a vampire.”
“Then lick and bite away.”
“Really? What happened to your plan to torture me?” She looked at him skeptically.
“That’s still torturous I’m sure.”
“For me?”
“Yes. Of course.”
Bella hesitated. “You’re probably right,” she ceded. “Just like if you took your cock out and stroked yourself, it would be extra torturous for me.”
Rhett caught the teasing glint in her eyes, fiery desire too, but she was definitely trying to get under his skin. It was working. The thought of him stroking himself off while she watched was definitely enough to make him hot and achy. Hotter and achier. Because he was definitely revved up already.
“You could get out of those jeans and I could inspect your tattoo. You never showed it to me after.”
Rhett raised a brow. “That’s all you’d like to inspect?”
Bella’s lips twitched. “It might be. Or maybe the place I want to bite is one of your tight ass cheeks.”
Rhett’s cock nearly ripped through his jeans. “You think my ass is tight?”
Even though it was dark in the car, Rhett watched Bella’s cheeks turn pink. “I- I never said that.”
“You described it as tight.”
“Why don’t you just take your damn jeans off and I’ll tell you if it’s tight or not. I might have been mistaken.”
“As you wish.” There wasn’t a single command he’d rather obey more. The backseat was tiny and tight, as tiny and tight as his pants felt at the moment, given that his cock was trying its damn level best to bust itself out of the prison it had been wrongfully confined to, but he managed to pop the button, unzip his fly- without catching his giant erection in it, the feat of a century- and maneuver his jeans down his legs, all in record time.
“Underwear too. Or do you think I have x-ray vision?”
“I was just trying to be decent.”
“Your breath smells like my box. I’m pretty sure that we’re too far gone for that.”
Rhett was always the one to take the lead. It was kind of sexy, and by kind of, he actually meant really sexy, that Bella was sitting there commanding him. And she still had her legs open, even though his hands were gone, and she could have closed them at any time.
He shrugged out of his underwear and tossed them up towards the front. Bella’s eyes widened a fraction when his cock stood straight up against his stomach. Her lips parted and her tongue swept out to moisten them, and god, if that wasn’t the sexiest compliment he’d received in a long time, he wasn’t sure what was.
“Has anyone told you that you look like one of those Greek statues that they carved out of marble? Or stone, or whatever it was? I saw an art exhibit where they actually had those things and it looked like really buff men had been painted all white. Like they were real people, ready to rip out of that stone at any given minute.”
“I don’t know if that’s actually a compliment or not,” Rhett admitted. His cock was currently leaking, leaking onto his stomach. And down his shaft. And Bella was tracking those drops of liquid, staring at him like she might bite his cock instead of his ass. It should have been a little scary, but hell, it wasn’t. Even if she did bite him, he might actually enjoy it if it didn’t do permanent damage.
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Bella shifted, leaning forward. Rhett retreated until his back was up against the other door and there was nowhere else to go.
“Because- uh- those statues have really small cocks.”
“That’s because they didn’t carve them in a full state of erection. The artists had some decency, obviously.”
“You’re not really going to bite me, are you?” Rhett choked as Bella leaned over. She swept the curtain of her hair out of her face with one hand and glanced up at him.
“Not this. If you turn around though, I can’t guarantee your ass will get away unscathed.”
Rhett relaxed. For one second, until Bella’s warm little hand clasped around his cock. Her grip was firm and not at all shy. Neither was she, since she looked right at him and did a slow sweep of her bottom lip with her tongue.
