If anything in my life kills me, it will be the day I can’t wake up with this handsome, tender man.
Sunlight peeks through the window that I didn’t think of throwing a blanket over last night. Rhett lies on his back, one arm over his head and the other resting on my thigh.
There was no breaking in the bed or christening a room of the house last night. He was still exhausted from the meds, and I was just as exhausted from all the moving. We tumbled into bed after Tater had an exploration before joining us in the room on her dog bed.
The whole scene is so domestic and so achingly close to the life I want, it hurts thinking that this is temporary.
Rhett’s fingers flex on my thigh, and I turn my head towards him.
“You awake, beautiful?” he rasps, his voice thick with sleep but still so damn sexy.
“Barely. We need to get you a blind or something for the window.”
“I’ll add it to my list today.” His hand slides over and grazes my dick. “Do you have time…or?”
Covering his hand with mine, I press them both against my hardening length, and he cracks his eyes open. “I’ll always have time.”
The blankets rustle as he rolls and presses against me. His cut hand remains at my head as he pets my hair in a way I’ve never experienced. Like he needs to touch me, just like when we wereasleep. Rhett always finds a way to touch me. A hand on my thigh or a foot against my leg. All night we stayed connected, and this feels like he doesn’t want it to end.
His scruff is heavenly against my neck as his lips trail to my shoulder. I press my hips up, and his lips smile against my skin. “I love how you’re always so eager, Dee. So fucking hot.”
“I’ll never not be horny around you, cowboy. What are the chances you have lube nearby?”
“Slim. But we don’t need it.”
Rhett slides down and positions himself between my legs. His hair is wild from sleep, and his playful smile makes my heart stop. Lord have mercy, Rhett Cuglietta, the man of my dreams, is going to suck me off before I get out of bed. If this isn’t heaven, it should be.
My fingers curl into the sheets when he takes me down his throat, and I have to recite the alphabet backwards to keep from blowing too quick.
“Did you just ask why?” he says as my dick falls from his mouth. “Because I didn’t think I had to spell it out.”
“What? No, I said,Ylike the letter. There’s no question except why did you stop? Please don’t stop.”
“I thought you were asking why I was blowing you, and I thought it was obvious.” His voice softens, and I shiver as he moves up my body.
“You were obviously blowing me, and now you’re obviously not.”
His thumb brushes over my lips before he dips his head to kiss me. “What I’m failing at here—badly—is trying to tell you I feel something big for you, Diamond.”
“I have something big for you to feel, too.” I grin and push against him because I still want the job finished, and if he’s saying what I think he is, I need a fucking moment to process it. Maybe several moments.
“Hint taken.” He kisses me again so deeply I can barely breathe and slides back down my body to finish what he started. This time I don’t bother trying to stave off an orgasm because my brain short-circuited with what he just implied. Is this more to him?
Tapping his shoulder when I’m close, he wraps his good hand around my dick, stroking me to the finish line. I come so hard I should blast off the bed, but it’s not the orgasm that leaves me breathless.
It’s Rhett kissing my cancer scar and staring up at me like I’m the single most important thing in his life.
Holy shit.
“I’d love to make this a slow, sexy morning, but I do need to relieve Morgan today and get to the shop.”
“Yes, you should. I need to rejoin the living and see the doc today, too. I’m going to let Tater out if you want to start a shower without me.”
He makes no effort to move off me, and I remain still as we both hang in the moment, uncertain about what to say. In the end, I decide I’m not in the right frame of mind for the conversation.
“Yeah. I can do that.”
Rhett slides off the bed and pulls on a pair of sweats that make me wish I had all day with him.
