And that ragged desperation roughening his voice? It has an aftershock blistering through my veins.
“Oh God,” I mutter, nothing but electricity and instinct as my body clenches all over again. I tighten my hand in his hair again, terrified of him pulling away right now. “Oh God, oh God.Rhett.”
My entire body trembles with the flashes of sensation even as Rhett groans again, his lips shuddering against my skin.
“Fuck.Fuck.” His words are a choppy pant. He palms my thigh, forcing my knee off his shoulder. I clench around his finger again. “Carys, look at me.”
The words are darker, more demanding. It’s easy as breathing to follow them despite a shiver running down my spine. His cheeks are sharp, his eyes a burning flame. His body flexes, his hips pressing into the mattress. I let my thumb trace over his temple. He sinks his teeth into my hip, nearly breaking my skin as another sound rips up his throat. This groan is different, sharper and breathier, and then his body stills. He presses his forehead into my hip, right over his stinging bite. I can’t help a wounded hiss of pain.
“Sorry,” he says, immediately moving farther up, letting his lips hover over the bite instead.
He kisses my hip and then my belly button before slowly drawing his lips up my sternum. Unbelievably, I perfume all over again. He grunts but doesn’t stop, trailing his lips under my jaw and then behind my ear. He pulls the skin between his teeth, bruising it with a practiced ease that has my blood heating with equal parts need and jealousy. I whine and arch into him. He only settles into me, giving me more of his weight, my hips cradling his. After a minute, he chuckles, the sound full of disbelief and wonder. My cheeks flush. I drop my hands from his hair, embarrassment racing through me.
“What’s so funny?” I ask in a breathless murmur.
Chapter Fourteen
CARYS
Rhett kisses the new bruise before pulling away from me, kneeling between my spread legs. His eyes are bright, his lips and chin glistening with my slick.
“I’ve never come in my pants before,” he admits, his cheeks darkening with a fierce blush. It makes him look nearly boyish, like he’s my age and not five years older. “That’s… embarrassing.”
I can’t help but laugh. “No, it’s not. No worse than my slick getting all over your hands and face.”
He doesn’t even bother to wipe off the lingering wetness as he pins me with a narrowed-eyed look of skepticism.
“Yes, it is,” he says in a hard but teasing tone. “I don’t have another set of pants I can just change into.”
“I might have a set of sweats that will fit you… if you want them,” I offer.
That skeptical look turns into full disbelief, and I flush. His voice is lower than before, though there’s still a thread of teasing. “You just happen to have a pair large enough to fit me?”
I roll my eyes and slowly sit up. His eyes glaze a bit as he takes in my body all over again. Embarrassingly, I scent anew, though it’s more muted than before. I press a quick kiss to his lips, needing the tactile comfort, before I ease out of the bed and to the closet, sliding into one of my favorite satin slips.
He comes up behind me, kissing just under my ear as he grabs my hips and pulls me back into him. “Carys, why do you have sweats that would be big enough to fit your entire body?”
He whispers the question right against my ear, and I shiver.
“They’re not from a guy, I promise!” I manage to say with an almost normal tone.
I pull away from him and grab one of the oversized pair of sweats from the small bin tucked in the far corner of the closet. He takes them with a raised eyebrow, and I flush again. I just blurt out the truth.
“When I first came off suppressors over the summer, there were a couple weeks when all I could handle wearing were oversized sweats and soft sweaters. Everything else felt like sandpaper.”
Four separate reactions flash across his face before he settles on surprise and concern in equal amounts.
Before he can ask about any of what that confession implies, I say, “There’s an extra toothbrush in the bathroom if you want to stay.” My smile is more nervous this time. “But don’t feel like you have to or anything.”
He presses a soft kiss to my temple and then takes my hand, leading me into the bathroom with him. It’s strangely… easy to get ready for bed with him. Natural. He changes out of his slacks and boxers while I’m brushing my teeth and washing off my makeup, timing it so I don’t manage to catch a glimpse of what has to be a really impressive dick. At least from the way he’d felt pressed against me, it has to be. The thought has my cheeks flushing and my scent pulsing out from me. He smirks. His eyesnever leave mine as he brushes his own teeth, nor while he leans against the counter and watches as I braid back my hair to keep it out of my way overnight.
He settles behind me in the bed, pressing a kiss to the nape of my neck. The weight of him, the branding heat of his arm around my waist, quiets something I hadn’t necessarily realized was dissatisfied within me. The happiness of everything feeling just about perfect follows me into sleep.
My phone buzzes just as I’m getting the front door to my shop unlocked and the alarm disengaged. I grin like a fool as I realize it’s Rhett. It’s only been a few hours since he quietly took a shower in my apartment and went to report for morning skate, still using my oversized sweats that fit him a bit too tight and his short sleeve undershirt from the night before.
He’d only smiled when I’d reached for him, still surrounded by his scent in my pillows and blankets. He’d kissed my knuckles and then my lips, lingering long enough that I wanted another round with his face between my legs. Even as I reached for him, he’d slid away, grabbing my phone from the nightstand. Satisfaction I’d never felt before filled me when I realized his own lips were swollen, the scratches I’d left behind on his neck a dull, faded pink. After a minute, he’d set my phone back down and pressed a final kiss to my lips. Somehow, I’d managed to fall back asleep after the apartment door’s latch clicked as he left.
I set my favorite kind of coffee on the cafe table just inside the door without bothering with any of the lights just yet, too busy trying to open the new text from Rhett. It’s only an emoji of a kiss. It makes me blush like crazy anyway. It’s way too soon to be at this point, right? Isn’t casual flirting something thathappens after you’ve gone on several dates? God, I have no idea, but I like it. A bit of my scent surrounds me. I close my eyes, tilting my head back, enjoying the fluttering sensation in my stomach before forcing myself to focus on work.
