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I shook my head. “Wait, you’re telling me shetold you to come out here, with that sexy little outfit on, and drive me crazy with desire?”
“No, that part was my idea.”
“I bet it was, but for the record, I was just running late for an appointment with the contractor.”
I choked back a laugh as her eyes went wide and she breathed out an “Oh.”
She bit her lip, and I sat my fork down. My hands itched to reach for her.
“Fuck, that drives me nuts every time you do it,” I said as my hand threaded through her hair and I claimed her mouth with mine.
She pulled away. “Seriously, you get turned on when I bite my lip? This explains so much.”
“You know what else turns me on?” I said as my hand moved up her thigh under my T-shirt that she was wearing.
“Hmm?” Her eyes drifted closed as my fingers reached the junction of her thighs.
“No panties?” I groaned as my finger slipped between her folds.
Fuck, she’s so wet.
“No, they would just be in the way.”
Leaning forward, I brushed my lips against her ear as I whispered, “I want to get you hot and sweaty, take you in the shower, clean you up, and then get you dirty all over again.” I smirked when I felt her shudder as my finger circled her clit.
“I like that idea,” she mumbled before a breathy moan escaped her lips.
I brushed her hair away from her neck and pressed my lips to the spot beneath her ear as I pushed two fingers inside her and used my thumb to rub against her clit. I explored and teased her until she trembled in my arms as she came.
Scooting out of the bench, I picked her up, cradling her against me as I carried her to the bedroom, because who knew when I would have Bella to myself again?
Chapter Eighteen
Bella
The strong aromaof coffee stirred me awake as Rhett entered the bedroom. He wore his usual khakis and dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. His muscular forearms and the way his shirt molded to his chest, shoulders, and biceps caused my mouth to go dry, and a wave of desire shot down my body and settled between my legs. Seriously, what was wrong with my hormones? You would think after the insane amount of orgasms he’d given me, I wouldn’t still want more.
He shifted his posture, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. A smirk broke out on his face as my eyes locked on his.
“What?” I shifted up in the bed as I scooted back against the headboard.
Pushing off the wall, his eyes still intent on mine as his feet moved, he sat on the edge of the bed. “You just undressed me with your eyes and thought about having your way with me again, didn’t you?” He leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine.
“Maybe,” I said as he pulled back. “Do I smell coffee?”
“Yeah, I just brewed a pot, but it’s still early. Why don’t you go back to sleep for a bit and hang out as long as you want.” His mouth claimed mine again, and my fingers threaded through his hair. Our breaths came faster, and suddenly, he broke the kiss. “Fuck—I better go before we’re both naked again.”
His reluctance to move and my disappointment about him having to leave lingered between us as his finger traced my bottom lip. He finally left the bedroom after another quick kiss. I lay back down with my head on the pillow, inhaling his scent that still lingered, a mix of sex and his cologne. I closed my eyes, not ready to get up and head home.
I poured myself a cup of coffee and added a little cream to it. I must have fallen back to sleep after Rhett left because when my eyes opened again, it was much brighter in his bedroom. It surprised me to find it was nine o’clock. I rarely slept that late because Brendan usually had me up before the sun.
I grabbed my phone and groaned when I saw the dozen text messages waiting to be read. I clicked on Miranda’s first, not quite ready to deal with Rhett’s siblings.
Miranda:Rhett called to check in. Was worried how Brendan did overnight.
Miranda:I can watch him for as long as you need today. Take your time. So happy that things worked out last night.
Rhett calling his mom to check on Brendan must have been hard. He had to know she would ask a ton of questions. The fact he did it anyway—I don’t know—made it all feel more real. I clicked on Rhett’s messages next.
