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“Yes. Yes, I’m ready. Please.”
When I finally sink into her, it’s with a low groan. Fuck, she feels good. Why didn’t I do this earlier this weekend?
Because you weren’t ready yet.
She grips my arms, slowly rolling her hips to adjust. I slide in further, and she clenches around me.
“Am I hurting you?”
She shakes her head. “Just give me a second.”
I nod, capturing her lips in a kiss. It deepens, and I work her clit gently while she moans my name into my mouth. She slips down another inch or two, taking all of me in, and she breaks our kiss with a gasp.
“I need you,” she whispers, looking at me with such trust it makes my heart skip a beat. “Don’t hold back, Rhett. Please. I never want to forget what you feel like.”
Fuck me.
I pull out of her, leaving in just the tip, before slamming back inside her. She cries out, and for a moment I think I’ve gone too hard. But then she smiles.
“More.”
So I give it to her. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, and it only makes me plow her into the door harder.
“Oh god—Rhett, I—I can’t last—oh fuck.” She buries her face into my shoulder and screams.
I keep up my pace, drawing out her orgasm as I feel mine approaching. I didn’t want it to end this quickly, but she’s just too fucking perfect.
She’s not going anywhere. You can savor it next time.
Wren moans as I bottom out inside of her over and over again. And as I get closer and closer, the tension building, her lips find mine in a passionate kiss.
“Fuck,” I hiss out, slamming into her one more time before I finish. It’s explosive, and addictive, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.
When I stop, Wren goes limp in my arms and rests her head on my shoulder. “Rhett,” she whispers into my neck, panting. “That was—that was so good.”
I kiss her as a wave of exhaustion crashes over me. Shit. How did I get so tired so quickly? I still have to drive back home.
“I have to pee,” Wren says.
I pull out of her, setting her down gently. As she disappears into the bathroom, I pull my clothes back on and collapse onto the bed.
My heartbeat is finally slowing, and I can’t keep my eyes open.
The last thought I have is the realization that I must finally be crashing for the first time since Tuesday.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
WREN
I FROWN at the snow falling outside. It’s coming down hard and fast—enough that the thought of Rhett driving in it makes my stomach turn with unease. Sure, I may be more anxious than the average person, but this is bad.
“Hey, it’s snowing pretty hard outside, I think—”
When I step into my bedroom, I find Rhett passed out on top of all my blankets. “You awake?” I whisper.
He doesn’t stir.
My heart warms as I watch him breathing softly. He looks so peaceful, like everything that’s weighing him down has finally disappeared.
