Page 74 of Forty and Fighting Dirty
“You’re so beautiful,” I said, thumb stroking steadily. Her leg twitched beside me, hands moving to cover her breasts. She arched her back, and I watched her navel stretch into a soft oval. My palm slid over her lower stomach as my thumb kept up its movements, and I felt Piper’s pulse under my skin. She looked so soft and feminine under my hand, and an unfamiliar wave of emotion came over me.
She was mine—my woman. I felt possessive over her body and her pleasure and her happiness. I wanted to be the one to make her sigh and smile. I wanted it to be my name on her tongue, my face that she saw when she closed her eyes.
With a growl, I tugged her panties aside and felt the wetness of her desire. Piper gasped, eyes blinking open as she met my gaze.
“Come for me,” I said. “Tell me you’re mine.”
Her cheeks flushed, bottom lip caught between her teeth. “Rhett?—”
“Say you belong to me, Piper.” I dropped my lips to her core, and Piper moaned.
“Yours,” she panted. “Yours.”
The possessiveness peaked inside me, and I didn’t rise up until Piper cried out her pleasure, her fingerstwisting in my hair. Then it was a simple matter of shucking off my pants and draping my body over hers.
My hands found Piper’s, fingers tangling together as I brought them up on either side of her head. Her body cradled mine, her lips peppering my mouth, jaw, and shoulder with kisses. A gasp escaped her as I entered her, her teeth scraping against the side of my neck. I couldn’t help the roar that tore through my throat or the tightening of my hands on hers.
I kissed her as we danced. Words were beyond me, but the light in Piper’s eyes told me that she felt it too. This was different. It was special. We were making promises to each other with our bodies that couldn’t be erased with the rising of the sun in the morning.
TWENTY-NINE
PIPER
Havingan entire night to myself felt like a luxury I couldn’t let pass me by. Having an entire night to myself with Rhett was indulgent beyond belief.
I slept hard for two hours and woke up to his hands drawing shapes on my lower stomach, his front pressed to my back. As his hand dipped lower, I draped my leg over his to give him better access. We said nothing, and my cries of pleasure were muffled by the mattress. I turned around, and Rhett wrapped me in his warmth. My head rested against his chest as I listened to his thrumming pulse. We slept again and woke up before the sun, hungry for more.
I was bleary and exhausted by the time we stumbled downstairs to try out that new coffee machine. Rhett’s body pressed against mine as I dumped coffee grounds into the machine, his hands stroking my sides as he pressed a kiss to the side of my neck.
“You’re insatiable,” I said with a laugh.
“I am when you’re around wearing nothing but my shirt and a little lacy pair of panties.” His fingers traced the waistband of my underwear above my pelvis. My hand trembled as I haphazardly mashed buttons on the coffee machine. A red light came on just in time for Rhett to tug the scrap of fabric down my legs.
I’d never had sex like this before. Not the hungry, uninhibited sex that Rhett demanded from me. I couldn’t get enough of him. Feeling him enter me made me forget about anything but clinging onto him and hoping I survived the onslaught of pleasure that followed.
We eventually managed to shower and have coffee while the sun did its best to poke through the cloud cover. Fat snowflakes drifted down to blanket the town in white.
“I was thinking I’d go pack the boys’ things,” I said, turning from my study of the view from the kitchen window to look at Rhett. “My sister will drop them off soon. I was thinking I could tell her to bring them here.”
“Good idea,” he replied. “We can use my car.”
My heart gave a giant thump. I hadn’t even had to ask him for help, but it didn’t matter. Rhett was there—just like when Nate hurt his arm. As I watched him finish the dregs of his coffee and put the mug in the dishwasher, I felt off-balance. I’d been married to a man who wouldn’t lift a finger to help me with his own kids. I was so used to doing everything on my own that it hadn’t even crossed my mind to ask him to help me move.
I caught Rhett’s hand and tugged him closer. He looked surprised but came easily, groaning when I lifted myself onto my tiptoes to press a kiss to his mouth.
“Don’t distract me,” he warned. “We won’t get out of here for another hour.”
I smiled against his lips. “I just wanted to kiss you.”
His thumb stroked my upper arm in a gentle caress, and then we headed for the door. For once, I was grateful that I’d had to get rid of almost all my stuff. Mrs. White’s place was furnished. There wasn’t much to pack. I managed to pack up the boys’ and my essentials in our suitcases, and I planned to come back for the rest over the course of the weekend.
Rhett helped me haul everything into the back of his SUV and my rental car, and we headed back to Lovers Lane. As I pulled up behind him to park on the street, I looked at the house and bit my lip. Snow had been falling steadily, and now the roof was blanketed in white. The lawn and path up to the front door were covered in snow, pristine and white and shimmering. Burgeoning excitement made me take a deep breath.
It looked like a home. Likemyhome. With a couple of lights on inside and a fire sending smoke curling out of the fireplace, it would look like a dream. Maybe I could take a trip to the big box store in the next town over and get Christmas lights of my own for the eaves and porch columns.
“I’ll drop you off and go get you a shovel,” Rhett said, frowning at the snow-covered path. “Should’ve thought of that earlier.”
Smiling, I leaned over and pecked a kiss to his cheek. Then I headed inside to the warmth of our freshly renovated home.
