Page 79 of Glamour & Gumballs

“You want me dominant?” His growl vibrated my chest. “You’ll get me dominant.”

His hand caught my hips, and he dragged a thumb over my clit, making me gasp.

As I did, his mouth crashed into mine.

He didn’t kiss me softly.

He didn’t taste me, or tease me.

He devoured me, taking what he wanted exactly the way I’d told him to. His tongue was hot and demanding, and his free hand grabbed my ass, lifting me higher.

The change in angle had me gasping again.

He kissed me through it, using the new height difference to his advantage as he pulled me down over him, then lifted me again.

The motion was rough.

Hard.

Perfect.

I unraveled with a cry into his mouth, but he didn’t stop fucking me. He worked my clit with his thumb until I came again, my body tightening around him.

He roared with me, filling me with his release until it was dripping down my thighs.

He was everything.

eighteen

ERIN

Rhett held me against the wall as we both caught our breath. When he set me back down on my feet, his hands found my hips and he turned me around so my back was to his chest again.

Then, he grabbed the little trial bottle of shampoo. “I want to wash your hair.”

“Mmkay.” I was too worn out to care.

After the adrenaline of the challenge and the storm, followed by the pure relaxation of my orgasms, he could do whatever he wanted to me.

And letting him wash my hair would save me the effort, so it was a win-win situation.

My eyes closed as he tugged my hairband free and buried his fingers in the tangled strands. He wasn’t in any hurry, slowly massaging my scalp as he worked the shampoo in.

I was going to be a calm, happy puddle by the time he was done.

When he rinsed the shampoo out and repeated the process with conditioner, my back and ass were pressed against his front. He had hardened again at some point in the process, but neither of us acknowledged it. If there was going to be more sex, it wasn’t going to be happening until after the shower.

We’d been stuck on an island far too long to not have that level of self-restraint.

After he washed the conditioner out, he slowly scrubbed the rest of my body with shower gel.

It was blissful in a way nothing else I’d ever experienced could compare.

To lean against someone like that, to trust them with my body that way… it was unreal.

“Is it supposed to be this intense between us?” I asked, my voice soft.

“What do you mean?” His was quiet too, but more laid-back than mine.

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