"Oh." The single syllable fell out of me. "Fuck."
"Oh, we will," he promised before he buried his face against my cunt and began to devour me like it was his personal mission in life. His tongue, teeth, and lips alternated between stroking, licking, sucking, and biting, each movement sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. The smoothness of his freshlyshaven face added another layer of delectable sensation. The heat built inside of me, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter.
I was close, so goddamn close and he kept edging me right there and then lapping with these stroking licks that refused to push me over. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive nub with a ruthless intensity, and I came.
Hard.
My body convulsed as I squirted, the release so intense that it left me breathless and shaking. But he didn't stop there. He continued to feast on me, his touch relentless, his hunger insatiable, and I found myself spiraling into another orgasm, my cries of pleasure echoing through the room.
As I came down from my second peak, my legs shaking so badly that I didn't think I could stand, I was already half begging, “Rhett,” I whispered almost hoarsely. “I need…”
“Shh,” he said, his face glistening as he grinned and undid his belt buckle. “You never have to beg me, Wren. Ever…”
With ease, he lifted me off the counter and set me on my feet, then braced me there, and placed my palms flat.
“Hold on,” then he bent me over and slammed into me in one hard push that made me see stars. The angle seemed to increase how deep he could go and how thick he felt. It was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain, and I met his every thrust with equal fervor, my body arching to meet his.
The orgasm seemed to start at my toes and rocket through my system. I pounded my fists as I came, slamming back against him even as he controlled the pace, but he was swift to follow me. The feel of his cum inside me as decadent as it had been in my heat, only now I could savor the way it filled me.
We lingered there, shaking and spent, our bodies slick with sweat.
His breathy chuckle made me smile. “What’s so funny?”
“We both really need more carbs for this,” he said and I started laughing with him. Satisfaction spiraled through me.
“Hmm, does this mean a repeat performance later?”
At my husky inquiry, he nipped my ear. “Am I invited to stay the night?”
“Oh,” I said with a shudder as he scraped his teeth over my earlobe before he sucked on it. I went up on my toes, the feel of his cock still buried inside of me and getting thicker again a temptation to layer upon temptation. “If you do… we might even make it to my bed.”
“Challenge accepted,” he whispered.
We ate—eventually—but we didn’t make it to bed until sometime around two in the morning when he carried my limp body up the stairs and sprawled out with me.
Sex with Rhett during heat had been amazing.
Sex without it?
Addictive as hell—especially when he woke me up the next morning with his face buried between my thighs again.
Chapter
Thirty-One
JAY
Ibrought two coffees in addition to mine. Just in case.
One of them was her go-to—hazelnut, with just a hint of oat milk and half a raw sugar packet stirred in before the lid went on. The second was a flat white with an extra shot of espresso, also oat milk. The last was for me, triple espresso light on the latte, because I had a feeling today was going toneedit.
Tucked under my arm was a little brown bag from the French café she liked, the one with the actual pastry chef who knew how to make kouign-amann that didn’t just taste like sugar bricks.
I’d barely made it to the porch when the door opened and Rhett leaned casually in the frame, barefoot, t-shirt wrinkled, hair even worse.
He grinned like a man who had absolutelyno shame. “Morning, lover boy.”
I stared at him for one long second, then handed him the second coffee—the one without the hazelnut. “Didn’t realize I had competition for the last kouign-amann.”
