Chapter 7

Danica–Saturday

 

As I stood in my now empty cabin, idly staring around to see if I’ve left anything behind, my mind was fixed firmly on the memory of Rhett’s face. What the hell was wrong with him? Why was he acting so...dickish?

I had such high hopes that we would leave here on good terms, that we would make arrangements for the future. Sure, it wasn't likely that I would be able to spend time with him over the summer, what with the upcoming wedding, but afterwards at college, like we arranged.

I’d tried to convince myself that I would be totally fine if things between us ended as a mere fling, but I was wrong. The closer I got to Rhett, the more I liked him, and I’d even managed to convince myself that I might actually be falling for him.

I quickly shook that thought from my head, trying to block it out. There was no point in allowing my thoughts to go down that route–I’d only end up more upset than I already was.

Knock, knock.

I jumped at the sound of a light tapping on my door, my heart racing wildly. Did I really hear that? Or was I imagining things?

Knock, knock.

Nope, that was louder. There was definitely someone there.

I swung the door open quickly, not wanting to get my hopes up just in case I was wrong. But no, there he was, staring at me with those deep, dark, penetrating eyes, looking like a dream come true.

“Rhett?” I gasped, hardly able to believe it. “What are you doing here?”

He looked suitably embarrassed at his previous actions, which caused me to step back to allow him inside. I wanted to hear what he had to say, to listen to his explanation. I owed myself that much, him, too.

“I’m sorry, Danica,” he said sadly, as he stepped past me. “I didn’t mean to act like such a douche earlier. I just... I don’t know, I hate saying goodbye. It feels too hard.”

Emotion welled up inside of me at his words. I knew exactly what he meant, but it felt even more difficult now that he’d vocalised it. “I know.” I nodded, trying to keep my voice steady. “I know.”

Instead of replying, he took me in his arms and held me close to his body. As I inhaled his familiar, musky, manly scent, I tried to really savour the moment. I would miss this so much, and I didn’t want to let him go. I tried to think of the right words to say, but nothing came to mind. I was blank with lust, desperate for this moment to never end.

“If I don’t do this now...” Rhett pulled back and stared deeply into my eyes. He placed a kiss lightly on my lips–an action which sent desire coursing through my body. “Then I’ll always regret it.”

Did he actually mean what I thought he did? Was he suggesting that we take us to a brand new level? The hooded, desire filled look that he gave me told that me he really did, that he really wanted me. Was I ready for this? Did I really want this to happen? Here? Now?

I stepped backwards and moved to lock the door. Of course, I wanted this. I did not want this opportunity to slip through my fingers.

Then Rhett gripped hold of my fingers, and he led me towards the bed, before pulling me in for another deep and passionate kiss. As our lips moved against one another, I realized that all the pent up feelings that we’d been trying to keep at least a little under control were finally flowing free. There was definitely none of the doubt I’d felt during our last make out session, nothing holding me back anymore.

As his hand began to snake its way up my top, running over my skin, I didn’t feel the same nerves as before. Instead, there was only excitement, and I wanted more, so I tugged it over my head, revealing only my bra to him.

“Oh God,” he panted, leaning in to rein kisses over my neck and collar. “You’re so beautiful.” I ran my fingers through his hair as he lips sent sparks of passion racing right through me. This moment felt so perfect, so amazing, and I never wanted it to end.

He guided me backwards, until I fell back onto the sheets, where I got one more look at him, noticing his eyes were on fire with a desire that felt like it could eat me alive at any moment. I wanted to take a few moments, to calm my racing heart, but a hunger overtook me and I found myself tugging at Rhett’s top, wanting to see the muscles I just knew he was hiding under there. I’d had a feel of them now and again, but this time, I would get to really explore them.

As his abs popped out and Rhett hovered above me, my lips began kissing them all over. I couldn't control myself, the passion racing through me was too much; it was too powerful and intense.

Rhett slid my shorts down gently, tracing his fingers over my skin as he went. He was being sweet and passionate, but far too slow for my liking. I was enjoying the sensations he was giving me, but I needed more. I needed him now.

So as soon as I was only in my underwear, I yanked at his belt, watching his trousers fall from him. We were together, most of our skin on show for one another, and my heart was pounding, not just with lust, but emotion, too. My veins were bursting with it, until I almost couldn’t contain it anymore. There were a million and one things that I wanted to say, but I couldn't catch my breath for long enough to speak. His mouth was everywhere, claiming me, and a fog of desire had totally taken over me.

I felt his fingers slip around my back and unhook my bra, which was then whipped from my body, exposing me completely. Rhett pulled back to look at me, to examine every aspect of my skin, which didn’t make me feel as self-conscious as I thought it might. Under his lustful gaze, I felt powerful and sexy, like a goddess. He so clearly wanted me as much as I did him, and it was impossible not to feel beautiful.

Then his tongue started to flick over my nipples, and I almost totally lost it there and then.

“Oh my God,” I panted loudly. “Rhett.” My back was arching in pleasure as he drove me increasingly wild with each second that passed.

With that, I felt his hand move slowly up my leg, tantalisingly so. He was about to explore just how much he turned me on, and I couldn't wait for it. At first, he stuck only to the outline of my underwear, which made my heart pound wildly with anticipation and frustration. Now that we’d gotten this far, I needed things to go further. I needed him, and every second that I wasn't feeling him felt wasted.

Eventually, I kissed him with such passion that he could no longer resist and he yanked my underwear down, tossing it aside like a mere inconvenience to him. Then his fingers inched in, really exploring my hot, wet desire. My hands gripped tightly to the sheets beneath me–just to keep me centered–as I closed my eyes and threw my head back in ecstasy. I’d never felt so good before, I almost didn’t know how to cope.

“That feel good, baby?” Rhett asked, in a husky voice. There was a confidence in his tone, one that I enjoyed listening to. He knew just what he was doing to me, how much he was turning me on.

“Oh, fuck yes!” I cried out. We’d spent the last few days dancing around one another, never really letting loose, that it felt good to be finally able to do so.

He kissed down my stomach as I squirmed and bucked with excitement. It felt like my whole body was on fire, and I didn’t even know what to do with myself. Eventually, another finger slipped inside of me, then another, before they were rapidly pulled away from me and replaced with a tongue.

As he tasted me, I gripped onto his hair, groaning and crying out with bliss. I was aching for him desperately, but everything that he was doing to me made it too difficult to even think. I was teetering dangerously close to the knife’s edge of desire, and I couldn't take it anymore.

“Oh shit, Rhett, I need you!” I finally screamed. “I want you. I’m so close.” My breaths were coming out short and ragged–and I could only pray that he knew what that meant. It had to be now, before I lost myself completely.

He moved himself over me once more, kissing me lightly as he teased my entrance. “Are you sure?” he whispered, sounding a little unsure. I nodded frantically–there was no way that I was going to let him get away from me now. If he left at this moment, I might just die of frustration.

That was enough to have him plunging into me. A sensation that rocked through my entire body, causing me to yell out in pleasure. It was likely that the whole camp could hear us, but I didn’t even care. I was far too lost in Rhett to even consider anyone else.

I clung tightly to him for a few moments before swinging him around and positioning myself on top. If I was only going to get one chance to be with him–which I really hoped wouldn’t be the case–then I wanted to feel him from every angle. I wanted him to see all of me.

He looked stunned for a few moments as I stared down at him, but it was a pleasant shock, one that soon turned into more desire than ever before. I wanted to surprise him, I wanted him to remember me always, no matter what, and so I rode him passionately, driving him crazy.

After a few moments, he sat up and pulled me in for a deep hug, allowing us to kiss passionately all over again. We both moaned as our bodies moved in unison, and as the pressure of pleasure began to build up inside of me, I dug my nails deeply into his back, clinging on for dear life.

As the waves of pleasure consumed me, and I crumbled and buckled above Rhett, he held onto me tightly, stopping me from falling apart. As the orgasm rocked through my body, he pressed his lips up against mine, making me feel closer to him than I ever had anyone else before.

As the pleasure got its grip on him, I stared into his eyes the entire time, losing myself in the loving way that he was looking at me, making me feel like the most special girl alive.

Moments later, we both collapsed on the bed side by side, laughing happily. “That was amazing,” I panted, elated. “Just...wow.”

And, I really meant every word. That had been the most intense experience of my entire life, which was a wonderful way to end such a great week, but that also made it much more difficult to walk away.

“I don’t want to leave,” I admitted to him.

“Me neither,” he said, sounding about as solemn as I felt. “But, we’ll keep in touch, right?”

“Of course!” Relief flooded through me at the fact that he did still want to see me again, after all. “I’d love that.”

But then the memory of the wedding, which would occupy the next few weeks, filled my mind, souring my mood ever so slightly.

“Come on,” Rhett finally broke the magic by sitting up in the bed. “We better get dressed. It really is time to go.”