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I blink up at him, my heart in freefall. I want him to be truthful with me, but I also don’t want him to say we should slow things down. I’d automatically assume that means he doesn’t feel the same as I do and in this very moment, I’m overwhelmed with emotion. For him.
“Is that bad?” I whisper, fear tightening my throat, making it difficult to breathe.
Rhett slowly shakes his head, his sexy lips curved into the faintest smile. I will remember that look on his face for the rest of my life, I tell myself. The way his eyes light up and that barely-there smile. “I feel the same way.”
I kiss him again like I can’t help it, my mouth finding his, my tongue sweeping in. The more I’m with him, the bolder I feel and I can tell he likes it from the groan that leaves him. His hand cups the side of my face, tilting my head back, allowing our kiss to deepen and I’m lost. Lost in a tangle of limbs and breathless sighs. My teeth nipping his lower lip—tugging and pulling. He seems to savor me, his tongue searching my mouth, circling around mine, his hips starting to move, surging against me.
He’s hard and thick, and I automatically spread my legs, allowing him to settle more firmly against me. His erection nudges a spot beneath my bikini bottoms, making me see stars and I lift my hips, seeking more. He responds, and in seconds we’re grinding against each other, the friction driving me wild. Making me want more.
Too fast.
The words flit through my brain and I pause for a moment. Catching my breath, gathering my thoughts. Rhett kisses along my jaw, down my neck, nibbling and licking my sensitive skin. I’m trembling from his attention, from nerves, from the cold fabric of my bikini.
Rhett lifts his head, studying me. “Are you all right?”
I offer a quick nod. “A little nervous.”
He rises up, his mouth finding mine again, kissing me lightly before pulling away. “I won’t push. Whatever you want to do, Will, that’s what we’ll do.”
“I know.” A shuddery breath leaves me and I touch his face. “I’m getting too in my head again.”
He kisses me. “We should try and fix that.”
“And I’m cold,” I add.
“Is that why you’re shivering?”
“It’s one of the reasons.” I bite my lip.
“Let’s warm you up.” He drops his hand to my waist, smoothing his palm along my side before sweeping back up and over my chest, cupping my breast. “Your top is wet.”
“I know.”
“Should we take it off?” He’s asking permission, his fingers massaging my flesh and of course I nod my answer.
Reaching behind me, he grabs hold of the string tied at the back of my neck, gently tugging on it. It comes undone with ease, my top loosening, and within seconds, it’s gone. Leaving me completely exposed to him.
“I imagined this,” he admits, his gaze roving over my naked breasts. I’ve always considered them a burden. They’re large, they’re heavy, and my mom always sympathizes with me when I complain about them because I inherited them from her.
But the way he’s looking at me right now, as if I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, I don’t mind them at all. And when he cups one in his hand, rearing up to press his mouth to mine while his fingers work my nipple, I cry out against his lips. A jolt runs through me from his touch, from my breast to my core, and I lift into his touch, seeking more.
He gives me what I want, sliding down my body, mapping my skin with his mouth. Kissing my neck, my shoulder, my collarbone. Across my chest and downward, running his lips over one breast, then the other, avoiding my nipples.
Driving me out of my mind with need.
When he kisses my stomach, a surge of moisture floods my bikini bottoms, and I imagine him kissing me down there. Licking me. Searching every part of me with his tongue. A shudder moves through me and I spread my legs even wider, accommodating his body as he lies there between my legs, tracing a circle around my navel with his tongue.
Teasing me again, he shifts back up, his mouth finding my right nipple this time, pulling it into his mouth. He sucks it deep and I clasp his head against me, my fingers buried in his hair. He teases the bit of flesh with his tongue, pulling away to deliver the same attention to my other nipple. Alternating between the two, licking and sucking and nibbling, making me writhe beneath him.
I want more. I feel empty, like I need him inside of me. Running on pure instinct, I slide my hands across his shoulders. Down the smooth expanse of his muscled back. His skin is hot and firm, and when I reach the waistband of his swim trunks, I only hesitate for a moment before I slip them beneath the damp fabric, pressing him closer to me.
He groans into the valley between my breasts, lifting his head to study me with lust-filled eyes. I’m sure I have the same look of dazed wonder on my face, my chest rising and falling in tandem to my rapid breathing. “I don’t want to get carried away—”
I cut him off. “Don’t worry. You’re not.”
Rhett returns his attention to my stomach, his mouth gliding across my skin, making my inner walls clench. He drops tiny kisses along the top edge of my bikini bottoms and I’m shivering. Dying for him to put his mouth on me. I didn’t think we’d actually do this tonight but if he stops? I’ll be disappointed.
I don’t ever want him to stop.
