“After tonight, I think we’re definitely on the Naughty List.”
“There’s still a chance for you to redeem yourself.” His hands continued to map out her curves and she couldn’t get enough of his caresses.
She could bask a lifetime in his attention. The thought of disappointing him in any way gutted her. She should probably examine the reaction she had to him and this strange need to please him, but, at the moment, she was too consumed with the desire to do as he asked.
“I’m glad you kissed me.”
He cupped her jaw and stepped closer. She kept her eyes focused on his expression, which told her so much about the things he wanted. The hunger in his eyes lured her to him, tore down her insecurities, and filled her with a dark desire to please.
“I want you again.”
Her breath hitched and the ache in her muscles vanished in place of desire. “I’m yours.”
“Are you?”
She nodded and he reached for a pillow on the bed, tossing it to the floor.
“Show me.”
Understanding dawned and she lowered to her knees. Unsure but not ignorant, she waited and let him take the lead. It was much more intimate than she expected. He was incredibly gentle, gliding his rigid flesh over her lips and guiding his length into her mouth. He watched her closely, eyes smoldering with desire, as if the sight was better than the actual act.
Soft, whispered commands told her what he liked and how to make it better. She pleased him and he praised her, his endless flattery raining over her like a baptism of intimate attention nothing else could match.
The longer it went on, the more frenzied his breathing became. When he was close, he lifted her body off the floor and carried her to the bed. His mouth covered hers, kissing her swollen lips with bruising force, as he rolled on a condom and found his way back inside of her.
This time, when he took her, he took more than before. He moved with slow intensity, brow pressed to hers, hand gripped tightly at the back of her neck as he rocked into her with long, intentional strokes.
He took her mouth. He took her cries. He took her most secret desires. He may even have taken a piece of her soul. He was insatiable. He took everything.
In the end, she had nothing left of herself that felt untouched by him. But that also meant she had no space for regrets.
15
Rhett checked his phone again and grimaced. The day was lagging, and it was killing him to sit in his office pretending to work when his mind was so clearly elsewhere.
“We’re ordering Chinese for lunch. What do you want?”
He glanced at Erin standing in the doorway, a notebook and pen poised in her hands. “Nothing for me. I have to run an errand. I’ll grab something while I’m out.”
“This is the third day you’ve missed lunch. Eat, Rhett. I don’t feel like dealing with your hangry ass when four o’clock rolls around.”
“I will eat, just not here.”
Her eyes narrowed, but she gave up and walked away.
He busied himself for twenty more minutes then sent a text, warning Skylar he was leaving soon.
He’d been a greedy bastard, taking every bit of comfort she offered. Never in his life had he been so insatiable with a woman—so satisfied. So grateful.
After their first night, he insisted she let him take care of her. Using a soft washcloth, he bathed her folds in warm water, wincing at how swollen he’d left her. She was too sweet to complain, but he knew enough to tell she was sore.
The following morning, he insisted she take the morning to soak in the master tub while he took Addison to breakfast in town. He truly tried to give Skylar time to recover, but he only made it a few hours before finding himself inside of her again.
He took her slowly. Tenderly. But Skylar said he was holding back. She ordered him to be real with her, and goddamn, he wanted to do just that. She was unlike any of the other women he’d met.
When the scent of Chinese food filled the office that was his cue to leave.
Grabbing his coat and keys, he mumbled an excuse and rushed out the door. Five minutes later he pulled into his driveway.
His heart raced and his body heated as he unlocked the door. He came in quietly.
Skylar appeared at the top of the stairs, her hair down and her smile shy. She wore black leggings and a pink fuzzy sweater with deer antlers sewn on the front, around a red sequin Rudolph nose. She was everything he shouldn’t want, yet he’d never been more attracted to a woman.
“Is she asleep?”
“She just went down.” Her socked feet silently descended the staircase, and his body hardened. “How much time do you have?”