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“Chill, woman,” he scolded her playfully. “I’ve got you. But we’re in this together now, remember? So you’re gonna help me.”
Before she could even process his words, Rhett had taken her hand in his and moved it down between her legs. She shuddered on contact. He cupped her hand and guided her fingers up and down. They moved together, completely in sync. She felt her own arousal slick between her fingers. She was so warm. So wet. So desperate for him. So desperate for them.
He repositioned her hand right above her clit. He wrapped his hand around just two of her fingers, guiding them in a circular rhythm that matched the pace of her breathing.
“You promised me we were in this together,” he reminded her, his mouth moving against hers before he bit down on her lower lip. “Are you with me, V?”
“I’m with you,” she panted.
“Then keep going,” he whispered into the shell of her ear as he moved his hand lower and pushed one teasing finger inside of her. He dipped in and out of her a few times, but he didn’t try to draw it out. She was already so wet for him, turned on by the intimate way he knew exactly what she needed. She felt a second finger press into her. She braced down against him, riding his hand, rubbing her own clit, and losing herself to every sensation he was inspiring in her body. After just a few minutes the base of her spine started to tingle. Her climax was imminent, and she knew he could feel it rising inside her, too.
Tori locked eyes with him as her insides clenched around his skillful fingers. She was just seconds from coming. “I love you,” she gushed.
“And I love you,” he replied, his eyes dark, his breathing elevated as he held her gaze. Her climax ripped through her as she let out a long moan. Rhett crashed his mouth into hers, kissing and licking as they both rode out her release.
He held her for a few minutes, one arm wrapped around her, his face buried into her hair, his hand still buried deep inside her. When he finally pulled back, he kissed her again, but this time it was soft and sweet.
“That was okay, right?” he questioned, letting his hand settle at the base of her neck as he gently rubbed the muscles there.
“That was more than okay, Ev.”
“You know what I mean,” he smirked. “We’re here. We’re together. But this is new territory for us in a lot of ways. I don’t want you to feel any pressure this weekend.”
“I know, and I love you for saying that, but this is us. We haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other since eighth grade. I’m not sure what you thought was going to happen when you brought me to the cabin all alone and told me you loved me,” she teased.
“I didn’t have any expectations, V. Honestly. I’ve been on autopilot for the last two days, desperate to just get to you and take care of you any way I could,” he confessed.
Tori let his words sink in. The gravity of his admission wasn’t lost on her. The fact that he was willing to drop everything—that he dumped Chandler and raced home to Hampton when he wasn’t even sure if she was interested in being with him—was significant. She marveled at his devotion, at his unwavering love and selflessness in light of everything that had transpired between them.
“Will you come take a bath with me?” she asked, smiling at him and resting her chin between his neck and shoulder as they continued to embrace.
Rhett groaned. “Are you kidding me right now? I thought if I got you off, you’d give me at least an hour before tempting me again. What kind of bath are we talking about here? Just a PG dip in the tub?”
“What do you think about a PG-13 rating?” she countered. “You didn’t come yet.”
Rhett cleared his throat. She knew she had him now.
“And you’ve only gotten off once,” he stated, trying to keep his cool as he sat up on his side of the bed. Tori felt her body reignite in anticipation.
“Let’s go, Wheeler,” she commanded, raising her arms and lifting her T-shirt up over her head. She stood up then, circling the bed and extending her hand to him.
He stood up to meet her, pushed down his boxers, and accepted her hand. Yep, she definitely had him now.
Chapter 48
Rhett
Hepromiseditwouldbeaquicktrip.Hejustwantedtorunintothelocalgrocerystoreandgrabafewmoresupplies.Maddiehadbeenright—therewereatonofsnacksandpantrystaplesinthecupboard,plusmeatinthefreezer—buttheycouldreallyusesomefreshproduce,andhewantedtogetcreamforTori’scoffee.
He hadn’t planned to call his mom when he first left the house, but as he pulled into a parking spot toward the back of the lot, he found himself reaching for his phone.
He texted his mom on a regular basis, and he always called her on Sundays if he wasn’t already home that weekend, but they didn’t usually have spontaneous phone conversations during the week. He knew he was going to catch her by surprise, so he shot off a text first.
Rhett: Hey Mom-- busy right now? I want to call you.
His phone was vibrating in his hand thirty seconds later.
“Hello?” he answered, suddenly feeling anxious.
