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“Barrett.”

I need to tell him to put me down, to go back to the living room or the kitchen. That I can’t be in this room. With him.

“Rhett." He corrects me.

"Rhett."

"The med kit is in my bathroom. Just the med kit.” He says it like he can read my mind. And maybe he can. Maybe it’s the same way for him. Maybe he is hit by all the things we did in this room just as I am.

He says the med kit is in his bathroom, but he sits me on the bed instead of taking me in there to patch me up. Doubt starts to assail me as soon as he walks away. I should run. Again. I could be at the door before he even knew I had moved. Right? So why am I sitting so still like I never want to leave? Oh yeah. All those memories. They weigh me down. Or at least that is what I tell myself.

It’s the memories.

Chapter Fourteen

Rhett

I come back to find her looking so lost. I want to take that look away and replace it with the breathless one I last saw her with in this room. When I step closer to the bed, I can tell what she is thinking about. The last time, when I let her put her mouth on me, the liquid heat slipping down over me, the soft sounds she made as she took more and more of me, the fact it turned her on as much as it did me. Her eyes are hot and molten like they were when she was on her knees for me and my cock can't help but respond.

Right now, she needs me to focus on making sure she isn’t in pain though, so my cock is going to have to wait. I bend down in front of her and take her hand in mine removing the ice pack I wrapped around it. I patch up her hand and bandage it as both of us watch each other with that heat in our eyes. I bend to kiss her hand -just to kiss it better- only to find I want to put one in her palm too. So, she can hold on to it forever. And then one at her wrist because it’s so much smaller compared to my own.

And I can’t leave her other hand without kisses. And one right at the bend of her arm and one for her shoulders because damn those are the sexiest shoulders I have ever seen. And one kiss leads to another until our lips meet and Charity is kissing me back. The kiss is needy, with both of us feeling as though we are coming back to something we crave more than our next breath.

She’s the one who pulls me on top of her as both of us fall back on the bed. We fight with our lips and tongue. I need to find out how she feels - if this is really what she wants - but I can’t seem to pull my mouth from hers to ask those important questions. Her arms are around me and her nails are sinking in causing such a delicious spike of pain.

I run my mouth down the column of her throat even as my hand comes up to encircle it. My angel is so soft and small, and it turns me on so badly. Especially how much power she has even as I am the one who clasps her neck. She could end me. Take this away and leave me again. I wouldn’t be able to stand it, wouldn’t know how to keep going if I didn’t have her.

I try to say as much with the kisses we share, with my touch, with my body. She moves her hands to mine and pushes it down her body so I’m cupping her breast instead of her neck. I don’t need to be told what to do once my hand lands there. I massage the warm globe feeling the hard pebble of her nipple under my palm even through her shirt. My horny little angel. I love how responsive she is, and how she wants as much as I do.

I take it a step further and run my hand up under her shirt so I can drag my hand over her skin and the soft swell of her breast only covered with a thin layer of lace. She breaks our kiss to gasp for air as her nails sink in again. One of the ways I first learned what Charity likes is because she tends to sink those nails in when she really likes something like she's trying to hang on to it. It makes me want to find all the ways I can get her to sink them into me.

I run my mouth down her neck again and pull her shirt up so I can look at her breasts about to fall out of the cups of her bra, clearly no match for the beauty trapped beneath. I scoot myself down so I can lick her through the material listening for the gaspI know she’s about to give me before the bite of those nails sinks in just under the collar of my shirt.

The first time I made my angel cum was when she dry-humped me on the couch, under the lights of our tree. It was such a shock to my innocent girl that I will never forget the look she had in her eyes. It was one of surprise and awe. I quickly gave her another before taking her to bed and sleeping for half the day.

Now, I have her with me again and this time I suck the hard pebble until she wiggles under me.

“Take it off.” It’s a breathy demand.

I can’t tell if she means her bra or my shirt since she’s pulling at the back of said shirt.

“Bra or shirt?” I give her the choice. I want to be sure.

She looks at me from under heavy lids, the corners of her mouth tilting up and I swear she’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever had the privilege of laying my eyes on. So. Fucking. Sexy!

“Both.”

She yanks on my shirt sending buttons in all directions and looks at me to see if I’m going to be upset about it. I unsnap her bra and slide it down her arms after I pull her shirt over her head. Our hands are just as greedy as our mouths, hers stroke down my back while mine fill with the warm weight of her bare breasts.

I missed this. I missed having her in my arms, loving her body, exploring her mind. I missed her, all of her. My angel. Having her back under my hands, under my body, is a blessing I neverthought I would have again. And I don’t plan to let it slip through my hands. Not this time.

I watch every movement, every sigh, as I run my hands over her generous body, delighting in the way my fingers leave indents in the flesh of her breasts. Her nipples harden and tighten into stiff little peaks begging for my mouth to cover them. How could I refuse such a beautiful request?

I lower my head and take her into my mouth still watching her face for every expression. The breathless quiver that skates through her whole body, her dark eyes that seem more pupil than iris right now, and her shudder of pleasure that courses through her rips at my self-control and makes my dick throb with need. She holds the back of my head to her, pulling me close. Almost like she’s afraid I’ll leave her like this. Something I’m going to have to make sure I address but is something better shown than said. I’ll just have to spend my whole life showing her she’s never going to be alone again.

“Oh Rhett! I…”

“I know. I missed you, too, angel.”

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