He lifted me up and my legs went around his lean torso, bringing him closer to where I wanted him. My back pressed against the wall, the cold of the tiles a stark contrast to the hot water coming down around us.
Rhett was everything and more. He knew what he was doing and he knew what I liked. Never had I been with anyone as intuitive and caring as Rhett. He always made sure I came first. But with him there seemed to be no question about it. Today there was no finesse to our lovemaking, no foreplay. But we didn’t need it. Not when we were so desperate for each other. I was ready and I wanted him now. Ever the level headed one, he produced a condom from who knows where and after putting it on entered me with one quick move that made me gasp at the welcome intrusion. He stilled, breaking our kiss, making sure I was okay. When I smiled at him, he started moving.
And it was everything and more. Perfection.
When we finally got out of the shower, the water was freezing cold. I wrapped myself in a towel, shivering. But it was worth it. I would do it again a million times over.
Rhett had a smirk on his face, his body relaxed. He took a strand of my dripping hair and tugged it softly. “What was that for?”
“For you being who you are.”
He looked at me quizzically but didn’t ask any more questions. Instead he kissed me, still as naked as the day he was born. My hands started roaming again and he groaned. “We have to stop. Oma will be back soon.”
“I know,” I said, but my hands didn’t stop moving.
“You are everything,” he whispered, his lips on my neck.
I reluctantly peeled myself away and put my clothes back on.
When we were both dressed, he opened the door and led me to the kitchen. “Have you had breakfast yet?”
I sat down on a barstool and shook my head. “Not yet, I was waiting for you.”
He got out a pan and went to the fridge. “Scrambled eggs on toast or fried eggs on toast.”
I laughed and pretended to be thinking hard about it. “I think I’ll go with scrambled.”
“Good choice, that’s my specialty.”
He cooked the eggs and put them on a plate, pushing it over to me. After he cleaned up, he took a seat next to me. Our sides touched, his hand on my leg, and my morning looked a little less grim. We got to pick Josie up tomorrow, something else to look forward to.
I hadn’t heard anything from her even though I tried calling Anna every day to talk to the little bean, but she would never answer. I got in my car a few times to check up on her, but there was always someone stopping me. They must have set up a rotating schedule because as soon as I left the house on my own, someone was there to ask me where I was going and made up a phony reason why they wanted to come along.
“Why are you grinning like a honey cake horse?” Oma asked from behind a mountain of bags.
Rhett jumped up when he saw her and took the bags out of her arms. She gave him a coy smile. “Finally a gentleman around the house. Not like that other useless flannel you brought around once.”
Rhett was gone most of the day, having to chair a meeting he had no way of getting out of. He came back around midnight, looking tired. But at least he had come back. I had been waiting for him on the couch and he pulled me down with him, holding me tight.
