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I watched as he began to work on unbuttoning his shirt while he turned on his shower, getting the temperature just right.
“You’re being nicer,” I said quietly. It was throwing me for a loop. He’d been nice all day. Sure, he had his moments—wasn’t sure if he’d ever stop having them—but he’d been decent. Not necessarily nice—wasn’t sure he was capable of that, honestly—but he had been a decent human being.
He looked over at me. “I’m not a monster, Natalia. I have darker needs, but when you’re good for me, I can be good for you. Make sense?”
I nodded because itdidmake sense.
He dropped his slacks and his briefs before stepping out of his shoes and peeling off his socks. Then, he beckoned me to him with two fingers. I immediately moved in his direction. Grabbing my hips, he guided me into the shower before slipping in behind me.
“We’re going to bathe, and then I need to do some work. Do you want to chill in your room or in my office with me?”
“Can I watch a movie in your office? Will it disturb you?” I asked him.
He shook his head. “Won’t disturb me. You can use your laptop, and I’ll give you my credit card. Rent a movie, shop—I don’t care. Rosco should have snacks for you when we get dressed and head down.”
I flushed. “I need a tampon.”
Rhett began lathering my body with soap. I bit back a moan. God, I loved how his hands felt on my skin. They were rough and sinful, and combined with the softness of the soap, it made me wet for him all over again.
“I’ll get one from your room just as soon as I’m done in here,” he assured me.
I gasped when he slid his soapy hand over my core. Wrapping an arm around me, he dragged me against his chest before leaning down to mold his lips to mine, kissing me hard and hungrily as he worked my clit. I whimpered and moaned into his mouth, my hands clawing at his wet chest.
My first orgasm quickly built, and I struggled to breathe, but Rhett didn’t let up. He kept his lips over mine, sucking the air from my lungs. I beat at his shoulders, panicking all while I flooded his palm.
I came over and over again, my head spinning. He continued kissing me, still not letting me breathe as he worked my clit, pumping his fingers in and out of my cunt.
I beat against his chest, but he just backed me against the wall, still not letting me up for air. Black spots danced in my vision. I sank my teeth into his bottom lip, drawing blood, but he just rubbed my clit harder. I think I screamed, my lungs seizing. My mind was spinning, focusing on the pleasure coursing through my veins all while it also scrambled for oxygen.
My mind blanked as another wave crashed through me—the strongest one yet. My heart just about beat out of my chest, and warmth gushed down my legs and pooled around our feet before being washed away by the water. Just when everything went dark, Rhett pulled his lips from mine. I sucked in a lungful of air, choking and gasping. My entire body was shaking and trembling.
“Just breathe,” Rhett soothed, his arms wrapped around me. I hadn’t even realized he was talking until my ears stopped ringing.
“Why?” I gasped out.
“Why what, baby girl?” he asked, smoothing his hand over my wet hair.
“I almostdied.”
He chuckled, his chest vibrating against my ear. “I would never do anything that put your life in danger, Natalia.” He tipped my chin up and rubbed the pad of his thumb over my swollen, bottom lip. “Remember that red edge of pain.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Where the fuck does the silk come in at?”
He arched a brow at me. My cheeks colored. “Mouth, baby girl. And the silk comes in when I carry you downstairs and give you a blanket and a pillow, hook you up with your laptop and my credit card, and let you veg out in my office.”
My heart squeezed in my chest at his words. “I want a nap,” I whined, resting my head back against his chest.
“Let me get you dressed in something comfortable, and you can do whatever you want.”
He brushed his lips to my forehead for the second time that day, making my heart skip a beat in my chest.
I loved the tender side of him as much as I loved the harsh, brutal side. And I couldn’t deny that the orgasms he’d just given me, especially the last one, had been fucking incredible. And they’d helped the cramping.
What would Rhett be capable of making me feel if I gave myself over to him completely in a playroom?
My nipples pebbled at the thought, and my sore pussy clenched.
Fuck.
