Page 64 of Four Dates and A Forever
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I can’t get you all dirty, now, can I? Lose the shirt, Red,” he commanded. She lost the shirt. “Now the bra.” She reached back for the clasp and he kissed her valley. “Slowly. I want to watch the lace reveal just how much I turn you on.”
Her fingers trembled as she followed his instruction, nearly going into meltdown as she watched him watching her with rapt attention.
“Where to start? Maybe here?” He licked her liberated breasts before sucking them deep inside his mouth, his tongue toying with her nipples, his teeth tenderly scraping and sending her careening down a path toward pleasure. The harder he sucked, the tighter she squeezed her thighs together.
“Or maybe here.” He kissed the soft patch of skin right below her navel, lingering, letting her know that he remembered all her favorite spots. “Oh, I know.” He sank to his knees, pressed those broad shoulders between her legs, and looked up at her. “You want me here.”
Yes. Yes she did. She wanted him right there with his talented mouth that had driven her crazy for an entire weekend. She knew what came next—and it would be her.
He still wasn’t touching her, but he was watching, intently, seeing everything. “It’s not just the paint that’s wet,” he said, his voice rough. “Are you wet for me, Red?”
Before she could answer, he kissed her, right in the middle of her lace. Her head fell back on a loud moan as that kiss became a lick. He pulled back, and blew gently, his breath brushing against her core and then his mouth was on her again. Nipping and licking and driving her out of her ever-loving mind. It was like the years between them fell away; he remembered exactly how she liked it. Even more, how she loved it.
That talented mouth of his worked her until she was about to wobble over, so she did as he’d recommended and held on, threading her fingers through his hair and gripping him for dear life as he tortured her. The suck and draw of his mouth, the gentle graze of his teeth, the lust that flooded her body. Her core ignited like a nuclear reactor moments before a meltdown.
“Rhett,” she said it again, but more frantic, her hips pushing against his mouth. “I need—”
Before she could finish, he proved he knew exactly what she needed and gave it to her. Over and over as she rose up toward that precipice, tightening and contracting until she was exploding in record time. When she came crashing down, she was lying on the tarp with Rhett over her, his elbows resting beside her head.
“Welcome back,” he said, kissing his way up her navel and snagging her lips in a languorous kiss that had her stretching out beneath him like a sated cat.
She’d just had the best orgasm of her life and she was still in her panties; he hadn’t laid a finger on her. And suddenly getting dirty had never felt so erotic.
“That was new,” she said, breathless.
“Oh, we’re going to explore a lot of new tonight. In fact, it will probably take all night just to get through items one through five. Tomorrow we’ll start on six to ten.”
Her lady land raised its flag in surrender.
“My turn, and I know where I want to start,” she said and reached over and dipped her hand into the paint pan. His expression lifted in challenge and, oh, how she loved a challenge. She rubbed her hands together, then reached between them and palmed his crotch, leaving a handprint on his shorts.
“I figured this was a tit-for-tat situation,” she said, and he burst out laughing. She found herself laughing with him. A genuine, warm to the core laugh that felt like a ray of sunshine had penetrated her carefully built wall.
“Tit for tat, huh?” he said, and before she could move, he was straddling her with her hands pinned above her head. “If you say so.”
With a gentle stay-put squeeze of the wrists, he dipped his hands in the paint. She could have squirmed away if she wanted to. Only, she liked being pinned beneath him, spread out for his viewing pleasure. A realization that was as shocking as it was exciting.
He placed a single finger in the hollow of her throat. The chill of the paint against her hot skin made her shiver.
His gaze dropped to his finger as he traced a feather-light line right down her middle, between her breasts, dipping into her navel, and when he was hovering just above her panty line, he fanned out his hands, spanning her entire waist. His thumbs rubbed in hypnotizing circles, spreading the paint higher and higher as his hands traveled, and sending her pulse racing until her breath was coming in short, hard bursts.
He took his time retracing his path north, gliding over each rib, his fingers slippery, the paint heating under his touch. His hands were so big in comparison, his fingers spanned her entire width. Then they zeroed in, moving on a direct course to pleasure, and when his hands glided over her breasts, his thumbs scraped against her nipples, creating a delicious bite of pain, and she arched up off the floor.
He sculpted and weighed her breasts, painting until she was panting as he once again brought her close to the edge—and he wasn’t even inside her. What he was doing to her felt better than anything she’d ever experienced before.
“Rhett,” she pled.
But he wasn’t listening because his hands switched course and headed further north, running up her arms, her wrists, painting as he went until finally lacing his fingers with hers. He didn’t look away, didn’t move, holding her captive with those all-knowing eyes that had haunted her dreams for nearly a decade.
“You steal my breath.” He captured her mouth in a searing kiss that,oh no,had her heart turning over. It was the way he was holding her, she decided. Reverent and protective, demonstrating a raw vulnerability that made her want to open herself up to all the emotions rushing between them. Emotions that had no place in a with-benefits relationship.
Gah.They hadn’t even sealed the deal and already she was thinking in terms of relationships. She needed to bring this back to that biological urge surging between them.
“Off,” she said, yanking his shirt over his head and when it fell to the ground her breath caught. The warm summer sun cast a soft glow over his solid jaw and generous lips. He was gorgeous.
She’d been around a lot of tens in her lifetime. Being married to a man who worked in an industry where being a ten was a requirement made her an expert on attractiveness. But never had she seen someone as handsome as Rhett. Sure, there was the award-winning butt, the rock-hard abs, the dimple-packed smile. But it was those piercing eyes that melted her heart and right then they were looking at her as if nothing else in the world mattered.
