Chapter 35
EVIE
You’re everything.
The words aren’t even cold on his lips when I crush my mouth to his.
I’ve never been brave enough to initiate a kiss, but seeing the love in Rhett’s eyes gives me the strength to take what I want.
I unfasten his belt, and then my fingers grow impatient as I work the button lose. A frustrated groan ripples up my throat as I struggle with the zip.
I want to see him naked, to touch and taste him. I’ve waited so long for this moment that I’m all out of patience.
Rhett’s hands close over mine, and he breaks the kiss.
When our eyes meet, I don’t know what he sees on my face, but it makes a low growl rumble through his chest.
His body slams into mine, a strong arm wraps around my waist, and then I’m thrown onto the bed. Rhett yanks my jeans down.
Pulling his wallet out of his back pocket, he removes a condom from it. He tosses the piece of leather on my nightstand, then takes his jeans off.
I quickly wiggle out of my panties while Rhett strips out of his boxers.
I haven’t been with many men, but Rhett’s size is so impressive that I rub my thighs together just so I can feel some friction.
The movement catches his eye as he rolls the condom on his thick length.
Taking hold of my thighs, Rhett spreads my legs open before he crawls onto the bed. The sight makes my body hum with anticipation.
The look on his face is wild, as he growls, “I’ll worship you in ten minutes. Right now, I can’t go slow.”
I chuckle, but it dies a quick death as his head dips low and his mouth latches onto the bundle of nerves between my legs.
I let out a shriek of intense pleasure, and my body tries to crawl out from under him, but he grabs hold of my hips and yanks me right back to where he wants me.
“Rhett, it’s too –” My breath slams into my throat and cuts my words right off as Rhett pushes a finger inside me while sucking hard on my clit.
My heels dig into the covers, and my hips lift off the bed as the world shatters into shards of pleasure and color.
My body is still jerking uncontrollably as Rhett positions himself at my entrance.
He waits for me to look at him, before he pushes an inch inside of me, groaning, “This is what I’ve wanted. Fuck, Evie. How’s it possible that you’re both my undoing and my saving grace?”
The stretching feeling and his words almost have me losing my mind.
I push my body hard against him, and I let out a moan of approval as he turns onto his back and allows me to straddle him. I crush my mouth to his and satisfaction fills me as he kisses me back with the same passion.
Rhett’s hands grab hold of my ass, his fingers digging in deep as I break the kiss.
I wrap my hand around his thick shaft so I can lower myself onto him.
“Fuck, this better not be another wet dream,” he groans, and as I take him inside me, sinking all the way to the hilt, he barely breathes as ecstasy washes over him.
I’m mesmerized by his reaction to me as I start to move. He allows me to set the pace, and I keep it slow and deep.
When he grabs hold of my hips, I remove his hands and place them on my breasts, keeping mine over his.
“Fuck, babe,” he growls, his voice tight.
He grinds his teeth and starts to pull his hands from under mine, but I tighten my hold on him.
“Don’t move your hands. I have zip ties in the kitchen, and I’m not afraid to use them.”
I squeeze him with my inner walls as I move slower, relishing in the feel of him inside of me. I throw my head back as his hips lift off of the bed and he tries to thrust deeper.
“Babe… babe…” Hearing the need as his body starts to tremble, I slam down against him as hard as I can, moving faster.
Rhett’s fingers dig into my flesh, bordering on being painful.
“Evie,” he grinds out as his body bows off the bed.
Every muscle in Rhett’s body tenses as his lips part and a breath hisses from him. I feel him jerk inside of me and I slow down, sensually grinding myself against him as my own orgasm shreds through me.
As I’m coming down from the pleasure, Rhett rips his hands from where I’ve been keeping them locked to my breasts. He grabs hold of my shoulders and yanking me down against his chest, he rolls me onto my back. Covering every inch of me with his body, he buries his face in my neck as a cry shudders through him.
I wrap my arms around him and press kisses to his shoulder and neck as my own tears warm my cheeks.
When he regains control of himself, he doesn’t try to hide his tears from me, but lifts his head and kisses me.
Tasting our tears, I now understand what Rhett meant when he said I’m both his undoing and saving grace.
I feel exactly the same.
When he breaks the kiss and stares down at me, he asks, “Where did that come from?”
I grin sheepishly as I say, “I told you I’m into extreme sports.”