Isat up in bed with a start, confused where I was. Josie’s snoring reminded me I was in Denver. I managed to get myself into a nice sugar induced coma last night, passing out as soon as my head hit the pillow. Rhett insisted on staying, claiming one of the spare bedrooms. He had dinner with us, like we’d done it a hundred times before. He ordered enough to feed ten people, the three of us barely making a dent in the various containers strewn across the kitchen table.
We didn’t talk much, but I felt his eyes on me the entire night. I went to bed around eight, his presence making me fidgety and unsettled. I wanted him there as much as I didn’t. His presence calmed me and at the same time it drove me crazy.
Sleep was a welcome reprieve, an escape from the day from hell. To my utter dismay, I was now wide awake, no amount of turning and fluffing my pillows was allowing me to go back to sleep. My throat was a desert, and a glance at my nightstand confirmed I’d forgotten to bring water in with me.
I eventually gave up and dragged myself out of bed. The apartment was dark, and I fumbled for the light switch when I made my way into the kitchen. The sudden brightness blinded me for a moment, making me stumble over one of Josie’s toys. I caught myself on the counter, kicking the offending stuffed animal and cursing under my breath. I should have cleaned up.
I grabbed a glass out of the cupboard and filled it with water. When I turned, I was surprised by a figure moving toward me. I shrieked and dropped the glass. Cold water splashed all over my legs and the glass shattered
“Don’t move,” Rhett said. He put on shoes and walked into the kitchen. He lifted me up and sat me on the counter. “Stay there.”
Where else was I gonna go? The low light reflected off the glass littering the floor and I cringed at my clumsiness. He got the broom and started sweeping up the mess I’d made, checking every inch of the kitchen to make sure nothing was left behind.
When he put the broom away, I shifted on the counter. “Can I come down now?”
Three steps brought him closer, one more and he crowded my space on the counter top. He stood close enough that I felt the heat off his body but far enough away that we weren’t touching. He wore a t-shirt and pajama pants, looking casual and relaxed for the first time since we’d met again.
“What are you doing?” I rasped, leaning away from him.
Another half step closer and he pressed up against my knees, his hands braced on either side of my body. I shivered and leaned back further.
“Isn’t it obvious?” he answered, his deep voice addictive.
His hands moved to my knees, gently nudging them apart. I was too stunned to protest, and he stepped between my legs. All I could see was Rhett. All I could feel was Rhett. All I wanted in this moment was more of Rhett. He was making a move. Even I wasn’t too dense to recognize one as strong as this one. I didn’t understand why now, neither did I try to get my head around it. All that mattered was that he was within reach, something I didn’t think would ever happen.
I tentatively leaned forward, my nipples brushing his chest. My eyes went wide at the contact, and he let out a low growl.
“Please tell me you want this as much as I do,” he said, his arms pulling me closer.
“More than you could ever know.” I lifted my head in invitation, and without hesitation he touched his lips to mine. I sighed in bliss when I finally felt him kissing me, something I had fantasized about since I was thirteen and wearing braces. It was better than even my wildest dreams could have imagined. He was soft at first as if to test the waters and when I wiggled closer, eliminating all space between us, he deepened the kiss.
His tongue sneaked out and I opened for him, eager to taste all he had to offer. I never thought that all it would take was a kiss. One long ass, hot and heavy kiss to get me worked up, ready for whatever he was willing to give. I tugged at his shirt and pulled it up. He broke away to pull the shirt off, coming back at me as soon as the offending garment was gone.
The next thing to go was my tank top which was dealt with even faster than Rhett’s shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra, hated sleeping in one, and was now bared to him. The thought of Rhett’s gaze on me was as exciting as it was daunting. What if he found me lacking?
I fought the urge to cover myself. Rhett was as perceptive as ever and noticed my slight discomfort. He didn’t give me a chance to retreat but instead his head descended and he took one of my nipples in his mouth. Holy shit and there went my ability to think.
“I’ve been thinking about this moment for so long. Please tell me I’m not dreaming,” he murmured, his mouth still exploring my body, his warm breath caressing my skin.
“Definitely not a dream,” I sighed and buried my hands in his hair.
We were a tangle of limbs, Rhett the perfect height now that I sat on the kitchen counter. I couldn’t believe this was happening. We had resolved nothing before I went to bed and Rhett had looked angry. Now he was the opposite, his gaze hot, his touch worshipping.
My head was spinning, my hands roaming over his body, and I loved every minute of it. If it was the only time I got to touch him, I would certainly make the most of it. I didn’t know what had changed, but something seemed to have snapped, as if whatever was holding him back before was gone.
His mouth found mine again, and I pushed closer, closer, closer. I would never be able to get enough of him. This was it. My teenage crush had morphed into an infatuation that ended in whatever this was. One thing I knew down to the deepest parts of my soul was that he was everything.
I wrapped my legs around him, my hands disappearing in the back of his pants. He was hard all over, and I couldn’t get enough, couldn’t touch him everywhere I wanted to at once so my hands continued exploring with a desperation I had never known I could feel.
But it only seemed to spur him on, his own hands exploring, his mouth frantic. He pushed against me, his hard bulge right at my core and I shivered.
“I want you. So much. Please tell me this is going to happen,” Rhett moaned, pushing impossibly closer, every part of our bodies connected.
“I want you too. Please Rhett.”
Picking me up, he carried me through the apartment and into his room. He pushed the door closed as soon as we were inside and dropped me on the bed, coming down on top of me.
I pushed my hands back into his boxers and tugged them down. I don’t remember ever feeling this way with anyone. Admittedly, my experience wasn’t much, having only slept with two guys but nothing had ever felt like this. I felt treasured, his mouth gently kissing every inch of my body, his hands gentle in their exploration.
Then my underwear was gone and I could feel him nudge against me. I wasn’t very coherent anymore, but I knew there was one thing I would never go without, not since already having more responsibility than I ever thought I would at twenty one. “Condom,” I breathed, my voice strained.
He stilled, suspended above me and searched for his pants on the floor. The crinkle of a condom wrapper was a welcome sound and if there was a record to be had for putting on a condom with one hand in under three seconds then Rhett would have won it.
When he entered me, time seemed to stand still, both our bodies welcoming the connection. Our bodies were moving in sync, and our breaths becoming one.
Everything felt like it was the way it was supposed to be. I just hoped reality wouldn’t rear its ugly head and tell me it was all just a fluke.
