His hands start to roam over my body, and I arch into his touch. The way my skin feels too tight and too hot as his hands glide along my every curve.
The way he touches me is full of fire as a shiver runs up my spine. My eyes slide closed and I almost get lost in the sensation. Almost.
He murmurs the question against my neck, “What’s your plan for the day?”
At first, the words don’t register and I arch back against him, my ass making contact with the hard ridge of his cock. He grinds against me before gripping my hip and holding me in place. When he pulls his hips back and I lose contact with his dick, I make a keening sound.
“I asked you a question,” he rasps before nipping at my ear.
“Wha-what? You did?” I sound dazed, even to me.
It’s just the way Rhodes affects me.
He makes a humming sound, and his voice drops an octave, “What’s your plan for the day?”
“Your hands are on my naked skin and you’re asking me about my plans for the day?” I sound incredulous; as I should.
“Fine,” he concedes, “I can see how you could be distracted.”
And then his hands still. He doesn’t move them away from my body, but his touch no longer roams. It doesn’t do a damn thing to stop the need coursing through me.
Ihuff out an annoyed breath and make no attempt to hide it. The way Rhodes’s chest shakes against my back as I feel his laughter rumble more than hear it, does nothing to soothe my frustration. Nope, not even a little.
My words are strained as my body desperately wants to rub against my man like a cat in heat. But he holds me in place. It’s maddening.
“I was planning on hitting a salvage yard sale type thing over in Hickory,” I bite out the words.
He plants a kiss right below my ear and it feels like a reward. But it’s not.
Then his hands start to move again, and I let out a moan which is wanton as fuck.
Before I can complain or try my feminine wiles again to get his control to snap, Rhodes rolls me on my back and he’s looming over me. The feel of him above me has my pussy flooding with the evidence of my arousal. I can feel it slicking up my thighs.
One side of his mouth tips up in a devilish smirk. It goes right to my clit. When he closes the distance between us, I fully expect him to kiss me, but he buries his face against my neck first. Then his lips come out to play.
He kisses and licks my skin, and I arch my back in response. His words are muffled against my skin, “You’re fucking gorgeous like this, Sweetheart. I love how responsive you are to me.”
The l-word, even in this context, passing his lips has my heart pounding harder in my chest. He loves how responsive I am to him, but the real question is whether or not he could love me.
He’s already shown you.
As his mouth moves down my body and he bites down on my nipple, I let the realization sink in that Rhodes has already shown me howhe feels. Through action. Through behavior. Through the way he touches me with reverence which lacks any restraint whatsoever.
After he sucks one nipple into his mouth, teasing it with the tip of his tongue, he does the same to the other. And then he’s sliding further down my body. The twinkle in his eye tells me exactly what he intends to do.
I’m here for it.
When he pushes my thighs apart to make room for his broad shoulders, his fingers dig into my flesh, and it makes me shift restlessly underneath him. His touch is close to where I want it but not quite.
His breath skates over my dripping pussy as my fingers dive into his hair. When he growls, it reverberates through my entire body. Then he dives face first between my thighs.
With his flattened tongue, he tastes my arousal and lets out a sound of pure satisfaction. When his lips wrap around my clit and he sucks it into his mouth, my hips jolt slightly. His large arm bands across the expanse of my hips as he holds me in place.
The sounds are pure feral hunger.
His fingers tighten their grip, and he spreads my thighs even wider and the muscles start to burn. But the way he possesses me, the way he holds me still like he’s afraid that I’ll disappear from underneath him, makes me feel powerful.
It shouldn’t.
