Page 19 of When You're Home for the Holidays
Chapter eleven
Tori
Sheemergedfromthebathroom with a sly smile on her face.
“Oh, come onnnnn,” Rhett groaned as he ran his hand across his jawline. She had sent him out to wait in the bedroom after their shared shower. He looked deliciously fuckable perched on the edge of their bed in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. He had the biggest grin on his face, and for good reason.
She took her time making her way across the room, reveling in how the cool, flowy fabric of her red silk camisole and matching thong caressed her skin with each step. Surprising Rhett with sexy lingerie had become a thing since their honeymoon. He loved it, and she couldn’t get enough of how his eyes tracked her every movement whenever she modeled something new. Tonight’s surprise was simple and seasonally appropriate: a crimson red lace-trimmed V-neck tank top that dipped low in the back paired with a matching silk thong that left almost nothing to the imagination.
He let out another groan of appreciation before demanding, “Come here.”
She froze in place and cocked one eyebrow in defiance.
“V,” he choked out through a grin. “I’m serious right now. I’m so hard it hurts. Don’t think I won’t chase you across this room and take you on the floor.”
A delicious wave of desire consumed her. She closed the space between them, stepping between his thighs and wrapping her arms around his neck. His hands instantly found her hips, his grip hot and possessive as his fingers dug into her skin. He hooked his thumbs under the silky elastic and started to trace the fabric around her body, freezing once he discovered her surprise.
“Turn this sweet ass around right now,” he practically growled. She bit down on her lip and gave him a cheeky smile before turning in slow motion.
“Fuck me,” he muttered appreciatively once he had the full view of her backside. She had been saving this particular set for tonight—the back of the red string thong came together in a silk bow that gathered right at the top of her ass.
“Oh? You like my naughty list uniform?” she quipped over her shoulder. Heat instantly rose up her neck and seared her cheeks when she saw the fire in his eyes. She clenched her thighs together on instinct, already anticipating the next round of pleasure on deck for tonight.
Wordlessly, Rhett shifted forward, widening his thighs and pulling her to him until the back of her legs hit the bed. She couldn’t see his next move, but she felt his hot breath warming her skin. She quivered in surprise as the fingers of one hand smoothed up her inner thigh. What she didn’t anticipate was the sharp zing of pleasure that had her gasping as he grabbed the bow on the back of her thong and pulled. The silk fabric stretched taut, creating the most delicious friction along her clit, through her pussy, and in the crease of her ass.
“I can’t wait to open you up.” He smoothed a hand up the small of her back. She knew what he wanted without any further instruction. She hinged at the waist and folded forward in a swan dive, inching backward even farther as she went.
“Goddamn, V. You’re so fucking beautiful. I would wife you so fast if we weren’t already married.”
Her body trembled as she held in a laugh, but he misread her amusement for pain.
“You okay?” he queried, the hand on her back circling around the front of her body to help her stand upright if needed. She wasn’t in any pain from bending over, but it was so thoughtful—and so typical—of him to check just to be sure.
“I’m good,” she reassured him, “but I’ll be even better once you resumeexactlywhat you were doing.”
She felt his hand retreat on command as he switched from devoted caretaker back to her sexy-as-sin, bossy-as-hell husband. His palm smoothed over her bare ass cheek once, then again. She clenched her thighs together in anticipation and rose up slightly on her toes to urge him on.
“Do it,” she practically begged on an exhale.
“Do what?”
“Rhett,” she whimpered.
“Use your words…” Even though she couldn’t see him, she knew he wasrightthere. Before she could get out another sound, he sank his teeth into the fleshy part of her butt, his tongue running over the spot to soothe it a moment later.
“Yes,” she encouraged, rising up higher on her toes and pushing back into his lap. She could feel the length of his erection through his underwear, his hardness lining up perfectly with her ass.
“Say it.”
She blew out a frustrated breath; she was tired of waiting. He knew what she wanted. And he knew she wanted it now. She quickly came up with something that was guaranteed to spur him into action. “Show me what it’s like to be on the naughty list.”
One hand smacked down on her ass in the most satisfying crack while the other pulled her thong tight before releasing it with a snap of the elastic. She didn’t recognize the sound that escaped her as all the blood in her body rushed to her core.
He gave her a swift spank on the other cheek, albeit not quite as hard, before smoothing both hands up and down her ass and the backs of her thighs. “You’re so fucking pretty all wrapped up for me, V. I want to fuck you from behind with this bow still in place.”
Hell. Yes.She wanted that, too. She didn’t have the words or the wherewithal to tell him, but she wanted to feel it all. She wanted to feel him everywhere.
He hooked an arm around the front of her body and effortlessly lifted her off the floor. She felt disoriented from the rush of blood to her head, but she was confident in his hold. He’d never let her fall.
