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Chapter Thirteen
Marissa
My mouth gapes open. I can’t believe I said it. I freaking said it. I told him we should sleep together.
Oh. My. God.
What’s worse than spilling those words I never should have said is the fact that he’s staring at me, a lost look on his face, and not speaking. Hell, I’m not sure he’s breathing.
See? This is why I shouldn’t have listened to Harper. Nothing good could ever come from “just have some fun, no-strings sex with the crazy hot man. It’ll be fine.” She’s a liar. Her nose is probably growing right now from across town!
Rhenn continues to stare at me. His hands hold mine, but they’ve stopped moving. I never thought I’d miss the touch of his thumb grazing lightly over my knuckles as much as I do right now. I just hope that when he takes off running out the front door, he drops my hands so he doesn’t drag me along behind him. Though, that would probably be the perfect punishment for me: a little road rash and a few bumps and bruises.
Stop mouth!
“I’m sorry, can you repeat that? I was clearly hallucinating.” His words are hushed as he blinks repeatedly as if to clear away confusion.
“Never mind. Pretend I didn’t just say that.” Oh God! Kill me!
I try to pull my hands away, but his hold only tightens. “You’re serious?” he asks, his blue eyes searching my green ones.
“No.”
“No?”
“Yes. I mean, I don’t know.”
His eyebrows pinch together as he seems to consider his next words. Oh God, this is where he lets me down easy! You know, “it’s not you, it’s me.” Or my personal favorite, “you’re really great, but…” Is it too much to ask for the ground to open up and swallow me whole right about now? My face is burning with mortification, why not just let my body go ahead and spontaneously combust?
Without letting go of my hands, Rhenn gets up. He comes around the table and drops to his knees beside me. Using one hand, he grabs the chair leg and slowly turns me to face him. The only sound is the scraping of the chair and the beating of my heart. It sounds like a foghorn blaring in my ears.
Once he has me facing him, he takes my hands in his again. “If you mean it, say it again.” His eyes burn into me with question. But do you know what else is there? Lust. I can see it laced in his eyes, the ones the same color as the ocean. I can feel it in the way he holds my hands, ebbing from every pore in his large, muscular body.
It’s that look, that feeling I get when his eyes devour me, that has me opening up my mouth and making him the offer I know he won’t refuse. “I wanted to know if you’d like to temporarily change the status of our friendship from platonic to sexual.”
Rhenn growls. He actually growls, like an animal, moments before his lips claim mine. His kiss is fierce and dominating, it makes me wrap my legs around his waist and purr like a cat.
But all too soon, he pulls his lips from mine, my mind cloudy with desire and anticipation. “You’re serious, right? I mean, I’m not trying to talk you out of it, mainly because having you has been a fantasy since the moment you walked out of that house with smudges of dirt on your face, but are you sure? Really sure?”
“Yes.” And I am. I’m one-hundred-percent in.
“Fuck, I can’t believe you just suggested that. I thought I had actually died there for a second.” Rhenn drops his forehead to mine, our breaths mingle as we both try to calm our racing hearts. When he opens his eyes, they pierce into my soul. “I really get to have you while I’m here? For the next two weeks?”
“Yes.”
He closes his eyes, his lips softly caressing my temple. “You have no idea how turned on I am right now.”
“I think I have a pretty good idea,” I retort, flexing my hips just enough to feel the hard length of his erection pressed against my center.
Rhenn snorts a laugh before placing both hands on my cheeks and kissing me soundly. My hands wrap around his back, gripping at the tight T-shirt and holding on for dear life. My God, this man can kiss like a god. Like he majored in it in college and earned straight A’s. Warmth and wetness floods my core, and I can’t help but wonder if our first time together is actually going to be right here, on my kitchen table. I’ve never experienced table sex, and I’m a little surprised at how appealing it sounds.
“Shit,” he whispers against my mouth, stopping the kiss but not pulling away.
“Change your mind already?”
“Fuck no,” he growls, placing another kiss on the corner of my mouth. “I was just thinking about how bad I want to throw you down on the floor and ravish your body from head to toe, making you scream no less than five times before I’ve had my fill of you.”
“Five times?” I gasp, my brain barely able to compute.
