Page 75 of Four Dates and A Forever
“I’m sorry if that isn’t enough, but I made myself a promise and I vowed never to break another promise to myself. But if it’s not what you’re looking for …”
“You are what I’m looking for.”
“I want you so much.” She rose up on her knees taking just the tip inside her and he forgot what they were talking about. “Tonight, right here in this chair, I don’t want to think or reason or second-guess, I just want to feel.”
Then feel was what she was going to get. He was going to put every single feel into making her lose her mind. And then tomorrow he’d try again. And again. He’d missed his chance once, he wasn’t going to miss it again because of logistics.
If she didn’t feel it, she didn’t feel it and it would break his heart. But if it was fear that had her waffling, then that he could work with.
He understood why she was afraid to put herself out there. She’d done it twice and twice she’d been burned.
Gripping the backs of her thighs, he lifted her up until she was kneeling fully. “Scoot closer, Els.”
“Scoot to where?”
He put pressure on her thighs and she toppled over his head as he scooched even lower.
“What are you doing?”
“Making you feel,” he said, then positioned her directly above him. Without repeating himself he ran his tongue between her folds, loving the way she gasped. So he did it again and he felt her wobble.
He took her hands, which were on his shoulders and lifted them to the back of the chair, waiting until she gripped the leather before letting go. He nudged her legs further apart and made himself right at home, pressing a series of open-mouthed kisses. First on her inner thigh, then the other, waiting until she was quivering before he kissed the motherland.
“Rhett,” she sighed, and he could tell her head had fallen back because her back was arched in the sexiest position known to man. This time he went in full force with a kiss followed by a sharp nip, then a soothing glide of the tongue. He did a replay of the triple-threat and she bucked into his mouth.
“Easy.” Gripping her thighs, he held her still as he drove her right to the edge and backed off, loving the way she squirmed, trying to break his embrace and push further onto his face.
“This is torture.” He could hear the frustration in her tone.
Welcome to the club. Rhett had a Tortured by Elsie card in his back pocket somewhere. Had been there since that first day in the bathroom.
“God, you taste good,” he said, sucking her and then when she was sliding down the chair and the only thing keeping her upright was his hands on her ass, he went in for the kill. He moved one thumb around to press on her sweet spot, giving a pressured lick in the right spot, and she went off like a rocket.
He felt her tighten, then contract, and then she was moaning and pumping, and he rode it out with her, gently bringing her back. And when her orgasm softened and she opened her eyes, she was straddling him with her arms limply wrapped around his neck.
Had he ever felt like this? So wild and out of control. So close to another human being that he could hear their heartbeats sync.
The answer was yes. He’d felt it once before, but it hadn’t been this intense or all consuming.
He lifted her head and brushed away a strand of hair that had stuck to her forehead. “Grab my condom out of my back pocket.”
She did and he was wrapped and ready in no time. He lifted her again, but this time let her set the pace and she went for reverent. Resting her forehead to his, they locked eyes as she gently slid down his length. When she got to the bottom, they both sighed.
“You fit so damn perfect,” he whispered.
Her response was a kiss. A gentleI’m yourskiss that shattered his heart. It was clear she was ready for him, but she didn’t move and neither did he. A thin sheen of perspiration broke out on his forehead from holding back and then, thank the universe, she started to rock against him, taking him even deeper.
Gripping her hips, he lifted her up and all the way back down, controlling the speed and taking his sweet time to memorize every second of him inside her. He lifted her again, but this time when he lowered her, she tightened her core, creating a friction that blew his mind.
“Rhett,” she said, heat in her eyes. He loved the way she looked at him like that. And he loved looking at her too. Watching the way her expression went lax when he moved inside her. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “I need all of you.”
Something in his chest shifted because he knew she wasn’t talking about sex anymore, she was talking about his heart. And that, he decided right then and there, was hers for the taking. Now, the question was: would she take it? He hoped to god yes. But she was so commitment shy she might just break his heart in the process of figuring out this push and pull connection between them.
So he decided not to think—about his heart, about promises, or about the future and what would happen after Monday. He decided to do what she was doing and just feel. The rest could be dealt with later.
At least that’s what he told himself.
“You got me,” he whispered, slipping a hand between them so that as she rose up he could double the fun with a squeeze. Her voice caught and finally they found their rhythm, their blessed, unique-to-them rhythm that sent his head spinning.
