AS SOON AS KENNEDY LIFTED her head from my chest and gave me those wide, stunning eyes, I could see the shift in them, the change. That all of her walls had come down. That she was ready.
I can’t even describe the kind of relief and fucking elation that shot through me. Knowing she was there, finally ready to be completely mine.
Then when she leaned up and whispered in my ear, asking me to take her home, I about shot off right then and there.
Goddamn this woman.
Needing to get her alone, not caring how late it was, I grabbed her hand and hightailed it back to my condo. Instructing her to text Saylor to let her know she wouldn’t be home so she wouldn’t worry.
Now, I lay her down, admiring her hair fanned out over my gray sheets. Her eyes expressing everything I’ll ever need to know. Her love for me pouring out of her and seeping into my undeserving soul. But fuck if I’ll let my past dictate what I have with Kennedy.
She’s absolutely everything I never knew I’d want.
No. Need.
Because I absolutely need her. From day one, my first look, I knew I was put on this earth solely for her. It’s like that one look solidified everything my life was until that moment.
Seeing her. Breathing the same air as her. Existing just for her.
To claim her, to own her, to love and protect her. I may sound like a fucking pussy, but it’s the truth.
This woman, she’s everything. And just as much as I own her, she owns me. My heart, my body, my fucking soul.
The other women, all of them before her, the fucking hoard of them I tried to lose myself in, none of them will ever compare. None of them ever mattered. This I know for fucking sure. Because the way Kennedy brings me to my knees with just one look has never happened before. The way her soft voice wraps around me, the way her tentative touch sears me to the bone.
All of it, every single thing, has never affected me like she does.
Like I know she always will.
“You are so fucking stunning,” I rasp out. Leaning down and sliding my hands up the silky-smooth skin of her bare legs. My chest heaving with the exertion of my heavy breaths of need. Need for her. For Kennedy.
To touch, to taste, to fucking devour.
“You actually make me believe that I am. And that it isn’t a curse,” she whispers into the moonlit room. Looking up at me like everything is fucking clear for her now. Like she finally sees that I’m all fucking in with her.
No games.
No bullshit.
Just her and me.
“You better. Because it’s the fucking truth.” My voice growing deeper with my conviction.
A blush stains her cheeks. So fucking wild.
“You’re sure?” I question when my roaming hands hit soft lace panties. Because I know she’s been holding out on me for a reason. One important to her.
Kennedy nods. Her eyes growing heavy with lust and shining bright with the love I know she feels between us. But is too afraid to admit to.
“I need those words, angel,” I urge as I squeeze her slender hips.
She nods again. “I’m sure. I’m done fighting this. I know what I want. I want you, Rhett. All of you.”
My eyes slide shut as her words pour over me.
Removing my hands from resting on her hips, I slide them up farther under her dress to pull it up over her head. Her back arches, giving me the room I need to get the offending material off her delectable body. As the cotton passes over her raised arms, movement catches my attention. Her tits are bare and bouncing free from the tug I just gave her dress.
Fucking hell.
My first glimpse of her bare olive skin, round, full tits, and dusky pink nipples are more than I could have ever imagined. Too much to handle. My dick wants to punch through the zipper of my jeans. “Kennedy…” I rasp out. Too overcome to say anything else.
Fighting for the breath the sight of her stole from me.
Her blush cascades down her cheeks to her neck. Covering her now-bare chest. I lean in, placing open mouth, wet kisses along her pink-stained skin. Feeling the warmth emanating from her body.
“Rhett?” she questions quietly.
“Yeah, baby?” I rasp against her fevered skin. I feel her hands tentatively rake through my hair. Nails scrapping against the side of my head. Giving a gentle tug, letting me know she wants my eyes. I glance up at her.
“I want to see you, too,” she whispers as her hands travel down my neck and back to the bottom of my shirt. Seeking approval with her eyes. Mine conveying I’ll give her any-fucking-thing she wants.
I don’t answer with words. I just stand upright again and reach a hand behind my neck to pull the black t-shirt over my head. Her breath hitches, and her eyes grow even heavier with lust. The pale green glowing a vibrant emerald color with her want and need for me.
Without waiting for her next request, I unbutton my jeans and peel the dark denim down my thighs and kick them off along with my boots and socks. Leaving me to stand in front of her in nothing but my black boxer briefs.
Her eyes rake over the ink-covered skin of my neck, chest, and abs before settling on my dick. She gasps lightly at my rock-hard cock threatening the confines of my underwear. Timid eyes slide back up to look straight into mine. Her innocence and vulnerability, despite and because of her past, taking over her body. I quickly crawl up over her to erase any doubts starting to creep into her mind. We both groan at the skin-on-skin contact.
“You have the softest fucking skin, angel. Jesus Christ,” I curse as she moans.
“Kiss me,” she boldly states. Clearly fed up with my slow pace.
“You got it.” I look down and smirk before taking her lips in a searing kiss. Branding her with my need and want and love. My large hands cupping her full tits. Her nipples scraping against my palms.
Her small hands wander over my back down around to my abs before gentle fingertips work their way under the waistband of my boxer briefs, gliding over the head of my dick. I tear my mouth away from hers. Breathing harshly.
“What’s wrong?” she breathes out in question. Her voice wavering slightly.
“Baby, fuck, give me a second.” Her warm hands threatening to have me coming from the simplest touch. “You’re fucking wrecking me, angel.”
I look down to see a smile gracing her lips. Straight teeth peeking out between full lips. Pride alight in her eyes at what she does to me. She leans up to kiss me through her smile. Moaning as my tongue seeks immediate entrance into the wet warmth of her mouth.
This time, before her wandering hands can slide into my boxer briefs, I pull away from our kiss and slide my hands down her toned stomach to her hips. My eyes following their trek down her glorious body. I heave a deep breath before looking at Kennedy. “Can I see you?” I ask. Wanting her to know I respect her and I’m not just using her for what she can give me.
Her eyes turn soft. “Make me yours.”
And I’m fucking done for.
Destroyed.
Wrecked.
Completely owned.
I make quick work of sliding her panties down her long, toned legs. Goosebumps erupt on her flesh as my knuckles drag against satin skin. When they pass her bare feet, I look up to find her bare pussy so pretty and fucking perfect glistening with her arousal for me.
“I have never in my life seen anything so fucking perfect, baby. Nothing like you with your hair surrounding you in a halo like the angel you are, tan skin flushed with lust, green eyes shining bright with need, your heavy tits heaving with your breaths, and your pretty, pink pussy dripping with your want for me. Fucking perfect, angel. So fucking perfect.”
“Perfect for you,” she whispers.
“That’s right, baby. Perfect for me. Because you’re fucking mine.” I vow, then slide my boxer briefs down my thighs. My heavy erection bobbing and standing at attention against my stomach.
“Oh wow,” she gasps. Swallowing thickly.
I start stroking my steel length in my right hand. “Like what you see, baby?”
She’s nodding before I even finish asking. “I need you,” she moans as her legs start squirming. Looking for some friction.
I crawl back over her prone body on my king-size bed and settle my dick against her pussy. Groaning again in unison.
Sliding a hand down her bare pubic bone, I spread her lips as I skim my middle finger over her clit down to her entrance, where I waste no time sinking the digit in. Pulling out only to add a second finger. Her tight heat sucking me back in.
“Oh god…Rhett…that’s…” She can’t even form a coherent thought, and she’s only fucking my fingers. I can’t fucking wait to sink into her and have her forgetting her own name with my dick.
“That’s right, angel. Ride my hand. Soak it. Let’s get you ready for my cock.” My filthy words have her moaning even louder.
“Rhett!” she shouts as her orgasm washes over her. I crash my lips to hers after taking in her beauty as she falls apart at my hand, swallowing her cries of ecstasy.
Pulling my fingers from her still-spasming pussy, I make sure her heavy-lidded eyes are on me before sticking them into my mouth. Growling around the digits as I suck them clean of the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted. “Like fucking honey,” I growl at her. “And you can bet your sweet ass I’ll be diving in to have a taste later. But my dick has been weeping for you since day one. I need in you, baby.” I reach over to my side table drawer for a condom when her hand lands on my tatted forearm.
“The one thing I’ve never let any of them have was me bare.” My body locks tight at her bringing up her past. My jaw ticking. Not wanting to think of her with any other man. She continues. “But I want that with you. I want just us in this moment. Nothing between us.”
Now my body is locked even tighter at the thought of her pussy wrapping around my bare dick. “Are you sure, angel? Because I want nothing more than that either. I’m clean. I’ve always wrapped up. Always.”
“Yes. I want it all with you.” I kiss her at those words. Slower and softer, yet more desperate than ever.
“Give me a truth,” I quietly demand when we part for air.
Eyelashes flutter before green eyes focus on me. “I’ve never felt more cherished or wanted than I do right now.”
Then I’m kissing her again. Because I need those lips against mine, to taste those words on her tongue.
When I pull away, I grab my length and line it up at her entrance after running my blunt head through her still-dripping arousal. My eyes locked on hers.
Our lips just barely touching.
My free hand clasping around the side of her neck. Fingers tangling in her long hair. My thumb stroking along the front of her throat.
I slide into her. A groan roars out of my chest, ricocheting off the walls of my bedroom. Mixing with her moan of ecstasy. My bare dick enveloped by her slick velvet walls.
My life forever fucking changed.
“God, baby, nothing has ever felt like this. And nothing ever will. Right here. You and me. Just like this,” I groan as I slide back out to the tip before slowly sinking back in. I brace on my knees and grasp her hands in mine and raise them. My large hands engulfing her small ones above her head.
“Oh, Rhett…” She trails off. Her soft voice hitches. I look down and see her eyes are locked tight behind closed eyelids. Tears slipping down the sides of her face. Soaking into her hair.
I stop moving and let go of her hands. Bracing down to my elbows to hold her gorgeous face in my hands. My thumbs working to erase her tears. “Angel, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” My voice giving away my worry. My heart close to shattering as her tears continue to flow.
“N-no,” she hiccups slightly. “You didn’t hurt me. I’ve just never felt th-this before.”
From what she’s told me about her past, I know she isn’t a virgin, far from it. Her need to be wanted and loved leading her down a path with men I refuse to even fucking think about. None of them mattering because Kennedy is mine. Plain and fucking simple.
“What do you mean, baby?” I question as she opens her eyes to finally look up at me.
“This. Us. Our connection.” She swallows thickly. Fighting back more tears. A small smile lifting her unbelievably plump lips. “I’ve never felt this before. This feeling of belonging. Of being wanted. Not ever.” She finishes on a whisper. Her words plowing through my heart like a fucking wrecking ball.
“No more, angel. You hear me? No more being alone. No more feeling lost. You’ll always belong right here with me. Right here,” I reply, bringing her warm hand up to lay across my heart. “Always. You belong with me. Just like I belong with you.”
She takes my right hand, kisses my rough palm, then places it against her bare chest. Over her rapidly beating heart. “We belong together.”
With those three words, she shatters any resolve I had left. I slam my lips down on hers. Sliding my tongue along the seam, forcing entrance into her mouth.
Taking.
Claiming.
Owning.
Devouring her. Kissing and licking and nipping.
Tasting those words between us. Feeling the love sink into each of us.
I pull back on a harsh breath. Our lips still touching. Allowing her to breathe in the air I give her. “Always. You and me. We belong together. You with me. And me with you. I love you, Kennedy. With every piece of my inked soul.”
Fresh tears well in her eyes. My eyes misting over with this moment of pure fucking love I never knew I’d have. “I love you, too, Rhett. All of you, with all of me. Together.”
“Together.”