Page 81 of Inside the Wicked

His eyes flick up from my navel with fiery desire. “We need a top drawer here. I’m most curious about what we could do together on you.”

Rhett kisses my hip bone and my hips lift. He’s setting my skin on fire, inch by inch, and I need his mouth between my legs like I need air.

“I’ve craved the taste of you and been deprived for too long,” he growls.

I throw my head back with a cry when he sucks my clit. My legs fall open for him and his fingers slip out of me, arms hooking around my thighs to devour me without mercy. It’s all he focuses on, and pleasure tightens over my skin. His mouth sucks, then his tongue lashes over me. When he spears histongue into me I lose it. My hands tighten in his hair, and while I want to ask him to fuck me with the emptiness I feel, I’m also so close from this assault alone.

“Watch me,” he says thickly, the vibrations tingling over my clit.

I manage to prop myself up on one elbow while my other hand threads though his silver locks, andoh my god,the sight is so damn sinful and erotic I come, crying out his name.

My thighs shake and I fall back down, sent into a state of otherworldly bliss as he turns more ravenous, groaning against me to stretch out my orgasm so it feels endless. His grip on my thighs tightens as my body spasms. I’m unraveling from the inside out, but he doesn’t stop.

Tears gather in the corners of my eyes as he combines bliss and torture. It’s unexplainable how I want him to keep going, to do more, and to stop because my clit turns so hypersensitive.

“Again,” he says.

I’m a panting mess, but I don’t tell him no. Even though each stroke of his tongue jolts through me, I don’t want it to end yet.

I think he’s going to pause and undress, that this next time he’ll make me come on his cock, but his position only shifts to slip two fingers back into me.

“Rhett.” I say his name in a whimper, clawing into the couch.

“So tight,” he mutters. He’s gentle, treating my pussy with such care to prepare me for his next round of assault. “I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

“Me too,” I rasp. I forget everything but what he’s doing to me.

Rhett’s fingers pull out, and when they next push in, my back arches at the change of fullness.

“Oh god.” The fullness is addicting, and it surfaces the small anxiety that I don’t think he’ll fit three fingers.

He works them slowly, and my body abides his every wish, because the stretch lessens as I take what he wants to give me.

“Such a good girl,” he says.

My head tips up to watch, and Rhett marvels between my legs, watching his fingers disappear into me. They don’t quite make it to his knuckles, and I don’t think they will when I’m so full.

“One more for me, baby,” he says, kissing the inside of my thigh.

He switches back to two fingers, hooking them, which hits a spot inside me that my body starts begging for, again and again. His mouth joins, and my pleasure starts to accelerate. He picks up pace, reaching his other hand over my ribs and massaging my breast.

“Right there,” I say, sprinting right to the edge before he pushes me off with a pinch of my nipple. “Yes, yes—shit.”

This one doesn’t last as long as the first, but I’m a trembling, euphoric mess all the same. He’s so tender in the way he helps me come down. Slowing his pace, trailing tender kisses across my skin. His fingers slip out of me, and I moan at the coolness of the puddle he’s made of me.

Rhett climbs back up my body, and I don’t think I can take anymore, but I want to give him what he gave me. I reach for his belt, but Rhett takes my hands, interlocking our fingers by my head as he captures my mouth.

“This was just about you,” he murmurs against my lips. “Bath or shower?”

“Will you join me?”

“Just to wash and relax, yes.”

“Bath then.”

“Good choice.” He kisses me once more and then eases away. Rhett covers me with a blanket before heading to run the water.

I curl up on the sofa and watch him for a moment. “Who is Kenna to you?” I ask carefully. I haven’t forgotten how bitter she was when speaking about Rhett.

---