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Which, when he finally woke the hell up, he realized the little breakdown in the field had been about that. It was Bella trying to put some distance between them. He got it. He felt the need for it too. He just didn’t have the ability to let his good judgment win out over his caveman brain, which demanded that he do anything possible to see her again.
Okay. Maybe a little more than that.
Bella shifted. She pulled away and Rhett was sure that was it. She was going to ghost, call it done, and he’d never see her again. The ache in his chest told him that it would be far worse than getting dumped at the altar. Or right before it.
His heart gave a weird skitter jumping action in his chest when Bella shoved her hair over her shoulder, adjusted her dress, and straddled his lap. Maybe his cock gave a little jump too if he was being honest.
Her hands deftly found the hem of his t-shirt and she shoved it up over his chest. “I’m going to regret this,” she said huskily. “Because we both know this isn’t about closure at all.”
Rhett let her tug his t-shirt off and throw it to the floor. “We don’t have to do this. We can stop. Call it a day and go our separate ways.” His heart gave a hard kick and he knew that it was bullshit. He couldn’t walk away.
When Bella’s lips slanted over his again, he knew that she couldn’t either.
CHAPTER 15
Bella
Okay. They were really going to do this. Finally. It seemed like the entire time since she’d first set eyes on Rhett had been devoted to ending up here. Fumbling hands. Hot kisses. Clothes littering the floor. Scalding touches. Tongues doing battle with each other. Raspy breaths.
She blinked and she was on her back, Rhett’s hard body covering hers, pressing her down into the soft white covers. He’d flicked off the lamp. The room was dark, but she’d missed him do it.
She’d been so lost in his kisses, his touch, the way he stripped off her clothes like he had a magic wand and when he said the word, they just fell right off, that she’d missed the little flick of the lamp as well.
Bella didn’t miss the wall of muscle hovering over her though. The washboard abs, the carved-out chest, the arms and shoulders caging her in, rippling with muscle at either side of her face as they supported Rhett above her.
Her hips bucked up all on their own and Bella found Rhett’s knee between her thighs, parting her legs. She shifted down a little and ground herself shamelessly against him, and holy shit, it turned out that the rain showers going on in her nether region weren’t at all limited to once per day because she was soaking. Even she could feel the wetness she left on Rhett’s leg.
He let out a growl right beside her face and latched onto her neck. His hot kisses drove her mad. He licked and suckled the tender skin right beneath her earlobe before he sucked it into his mouth, and holy Hannah, that shouldn’t have felt so good.
The pressure building between her legs shouldn’t have been so intense either, but then again, they’d just spent the better part of an entire evening working each other up and coming back down. The five minutes of foreplay, aggressive kissing and groping were enough to get her nearly all the way there. Rhett’s knee could have done the rest. If she’d ground down hard enough, she could have found her peak and sent herself flying.
Yeah. She was a little keyed up.
His cockhead, thick and warm, butted up against her entrance. She was soaked and he was soaked. They’d done this before, although maybe the alcohol lubricated her up a little more than she was willing to admit because even though she’d just had him in her mouth and hand an hour before, holy shit he felt huge.
“Bella,” Rhett ground out close to her ear. Hearing him say her name like that, all raspy and shivery like he couldn’t hold on, like he couldn’t wait to get inside, like he wanted to destroy her and fuck her into three weeks from now… yeah. That was pretty hot too. As in, it almost made her come just hearing his tone.
She couldn’t remember a single other time she’d ever been so turned on. So ready. So… so able to get there just from the brush of Rhett’s cockhead against her and a single word. Her hips pumped upwards again, doing that thing where they did it all on their own and she couldn’t control it at all. Fuck, even her nipples hurt. They were hard enough to cut glass. Or, more apt, Rhett’s chest, which hovered right above her. The friction of his skin on those sensitive nubs was delicious.
