Page 27 of Split You Open

I shiver at the warmth radiating off them.

I want that warmth everywhere. I need it. I break the kiss, this time to remove my own shirt and to climb over her so that I’m on my knees, one on either side of her legs. As I toss it away, Blair’s already reaching back to unclasp her bra. Before I can help, she pulls it off and throws it in the same direction I’d tossed my shirt.

I drink in the sight of her breasts. Her dark areolas and perky nipples call to me. Leaning down, I suck and tease her hardened peak as if I’m seeking out the sustenance they could produce. The other nipple isn’t neglected. I tug and roll it between deft fingers.

There’s a gasp and then my name slips out as a moan, “Rhett…”

Fingers dive into my hair, nails scraping gently across my scalp, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine. Her legs come up, snaking out from beneath me. They wrap around my waist in a surprisingly strong hold, and she lifts her hips to grind against the hard length of my dick that’s straining against the front of my pants.

I pull away from her nipple with a strained chuckle.

“You’re greedy.”

“The greediest,” she confirms without hesitation, her legs falling back down onto the bed. “Can you handle that?”

I laugh—the sound raspy—before I start to plant kisses down her stomach. My hands slide down her sides, skimming across smooth, soft skin. When I get to her waistband, I grab and tug at it. Together, we work the jeans off her body. They’re forgotten the moment they leave my hand.

My heart skips a beat. Laying naked beneath me, looking unabashed and sounding just as breathless as I am, is Blair—the woman who’s taken my life and shaken it up for the better.

I’ve seen Blair naked before. Back then, I was broken and drained, but despite that I could still appreciate her beauty as she stood before me.

Seeing Blair like this, however, is different. She’s naked, panting, and her eyes shine with a stark hunger that matches my own. This is like witnessing the resurrection of a goddess. Holy shit.

“You’re beautiful,” I mutter.

The words aren’t enough.

I wish I could express just how much awe she inspires in me. But words elude me as I take in every inch of her. She’s absolutely stunning. Soft in all the right places, toned everywhere else. There’s no missing the scars on her body, though. Some I know to be from bullet wounds, others I can only imagine where they came from. My gaze flickers to the stitches on her arm. Soon, that’ll be just a scar. One more to add to her collection.

All these marks that mar her pretty brown skin are evidence of the hell she’s gone through and proof of her resilience.

Leaning down, I kiss a scar on her abdomen. An old bullet wound, I’m sure of it.

Blair sucks in a sharp breath.

I kiss another scar.

“You don’t have to…” she murmurs, her body starting to tense. “I know they’re ugly⁠—”

“Hush.” I look up to find Blair squeezing her eyes shut. “You have nothing to be embarrassed or uncomfortable about. You are…” I shake my head, not sure how to describe her perfection. Blair opens her eyes slowly and looks down at me. Holding her gaze, I tell her, “You are more captivating than the sunrise, and more devastating than a sunset, Blair. There’s nothing that isn’t perfect about you.”

Her pretty full lips pop open in surprise. Not doubt taken back by the tenderness.

To be honest, I’m a bit surprised too.

With Santi, I’m degrading. He loves being my little whore and I love his complete submission. Blair isn’t Santi though. She doesn’t need filthy words or a strong presence to ground her—Blair needs a partner. An equal. Apparently, I can adjust accordingly because sweet words tumble easily from my lips.

I smile at her before returning my attention to her body. I kiss another one of her scars, then move to another, and then another. As I lean up to capture her left breast into my mouth, my hand slides over her mound and between her legs.

As my fingers slide through her pussy’s folds, I’m greeted by slick arousal.

“Jesus, Blair,” I mutter against her skin. “You’re so wet… I’ve barely touched you.”

A shiver rushes through me and my cock strains harder against my pants.

“I’ve wanted this for a while, Rhett,” she admits as her hips tilt upward and her legs spread wider for me. “Please…”

“Shhh, I got you, Blair. I’ll give you what you want.”