Page 161 of Inside the Wicked

Rhett hooks me around the waist and pushes us to the surface. I barely get a breath in before his lips steal my next. Between the heated kiss and clamping myself around him he floats us to the side of the pool, where he presses into me against the pool wall so I feel his hard cock against my core.

This end of the pool is shallow enough for Rhett to stand easily. When he does, his large hands grip my waist, and I gasp, clutching the ledge as he pushes me out of the water.

He doesn’t waste a second before hooking my legs over his shoulders and cupping my ass, bringing his mouth to my pussy. I throw my head back with a moan, fingers threading through his hair.

“Fuck,yes, yes.” I quickly chase an orgasm, so turned on by the open air and the wildness unleashed between us on this holiday.

“So responsive,” Rhett growls, feasting on me like he’s been starved all day.

I can’t explain the need that turns me more feral for this man every damn day. I lean back on one hand while my hips undulate, trying to take more from his mouth as it sucks and licks right where I need it.

“Greedy fucking girl,” Rhett growls, his hands slapping my ass, and I moan louder. “Get inside.”

I tense with a pleasurably sharp gasp when his teeth nip my clit before he pushes away, only to hoist himself out of the water. It doesn’t matter how many times I get to watch him do that, it steals my fucking soul every time. Especially when he’s naked.

Rhett takes my hand, leading me through the house and into the elaborate bathroom. The sunken bath is already filled with bubbles and rose petals, and my heart melts at the beauty of it. Champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries have my mouth watering. Then I notice two other things that almost make me blush as I glance at him.

His eyes merely sparkle, and he steps into the water before helping me in. The tub has a wraparound ledge like a hot tub, so we’re able to sit above the depth of the water. Rhett hands me one of the champagne flutes and then lifts the other.

“You’re having a drink with me?” I ask.

“Yes, baby.”

My brow pinches. I wouldn’t have minded if he didn’t; if he never had a drink again. But this is so much more than that. He feels safe here. We’re both entirely safe here, and that overwhelms me.

“To my fearless, smart, utterly stunning wife. To my absolute world. I might have had to trek through hell to reach you, but you were worth every step,” he says, clinking his glass against mine.

My laugh is partially a sob of utter joy.

“To my insane, reckless, sexy as hell husband. Hell, heaven, and every place in between, I’m trekking it with you until the very end.”

We drink, and the light in his smile steals my breath.

Rhett takes my champagne and sets it behind me.

“Open,” he says, then he takes a long drink of his own before curving a hand over my nape.

I do as he asks, and my head tips back at his touch. The champagne is still cool as it passes from his mouth to mine, and I moan after I swallow, and he kisses me deeply.

“Again,” he murmurs huskily.

I open, but this time chocolate hits my tastebuds, and my lips close around the strawberry. We don’t break eye contact as I bite, and my body tightens with the hunger in his stare as he leans over me. When he pulls it away, his teeth bite at the rest, plucking the stem.

His hand encircles my throat. “Swallow.”

I do, and a low, deep sound of satisfaction leaves his throat with his darkening gaze. Then he kisses me hard. Our tongues, teeth, and mouth clash feverishly, and I’m aching for release.

Rhett pulls out of the kiss with a groan. “Turn around, knees on the ledge, and brace your hands on the side.”

I turn giddy as fuck at the dominance overcoming him. He has a plan for right now, and my sight trails again to the small vibrator and lubricant beside the strawberries.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, planting a kiss on my shoulder.

My “yes” turns into a moan with his fingers sliding over my ass and down through my slick pussy. I’m only underwater up to mid-thigh positioned like this. Rhett slips two fingers into me, and I push my ass out to him, trying to meet his slow, torturous strokes formore.

“I feel you, baby,” he says thickly, pulling out and replacing his fingers with his cock. “Fucking incredible.”

He fucks me to the sound of our mixed pleasure for a while, until I feel his fingers again, teasing around my ass. I can’t help but tense up with a nervous inhale when one slips inside.

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