“I have?” She sounded rather pleased with his revelation.
“Most definitely.” He carefully pulled her top off, her perfectly rounded breasts topped with pale pink nipples appearing before him. Unable to resist, he bent his head and licked one, causing her to yelp. “Want me to be honest?”
“Oh, please.” She squirmed when he swiped his tongue across her other nipple.
“I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you.”
She laughed, squirmed again when he pressed tiny kisses across her breasts. “I looked like a wreck most of the time when I was in New York.”
“I saw past the wreckage.”
“I can’t believe you just agreed I was a wreck.” She wiggled against his grasp. “Let me go.”
He did as she asked, worry flowing through him. “You’re not mad, are you?”
Slowly she shook her head, wrapping her hands around the back of his neck so he had no choice but to come closer to her. “I already know you aren’t the best at expressing yourself verbally.”
Rhett smiled against her parted lips. “Except when it comes to dirty talk.”
“I think you need to prove yourself more before I’ll agree with that statement.” She kissed him before he could get another word out, her lips parting immediately and allowing him entry.
He took her up on the invitation, thrusting his tongue deep, his busy hands caressing her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples. She panted against his mouth, moaning when he cupped each one with both hands. “Are they sensitive?”
Nodding, she sighed when he slid down her body. “Yes,” she breathed, gasping when he drew one nipple into his mouth and sucked. She grasped the back of his head, wound her fingers in his hair and held him close while he continued to feast on her.
Christ, the uninhibited way she reacted to his every touch nearly shattered his control. Closing his eyes, he pressed his forehead to her chest for the briefest moment, taking a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart and out-of-control libido. She pushed down on top of his head, a not-so-subtle gesture as to what she wanted next.
Deciding to give it to her, he moved farther down and grasped hold of her slender hips. “Should we take these off?” He toyed with the strings on either side of her hips, wrapping them around his fingers.
Biting her lower lip, she nodded.
He slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, encountering heated skin. “Are you wet, Gabriella?”
She whimpered, a sexy little sound that sent a zing of electricity straight to his cock. “M-maybe you should check and see.”
Ah, she was a constant surprise. He slipped his fingers beneath her bottoms, encountering her scant pubic hair. A memory came back to him from when he was at the Beverly Hills Worth store, complaining to Hunter there were plenty of blondes in Southern California, but not one of them was natural.
He had a sneaking suspicion Gabriella would be his first natural blonde.
Chapter Eleven
Ella waited in breathless anticipation for Rhett’s fingers to go just a little farther down. The man was an absolute devil, torturing her from the moment their lips first met. Teasing her with words, wicked smiles and oh, how he touched her.
Slow and deliberate, as if he knew exactly how much she wanted him, yet taking pleasure in the agony of anticipation. She lifted her hips, let loose a quivery moan when he finally touched her where she wanted him.
“Hmm, you’re very wet.” He stroked her, gently tracing her folds, circling her clitoris with the tip of his finger once, twice. Her stomach clenched, tingles washed over her skin and she bit her lower lip as pleasure curled through her. “Feel good?”
She nodded, unable to find the words to describe just how good his hands on her felt.
“You’re holding your breath,” he pointed out, all the while tugging her bikini bottoms off.
Realizing he was right, she exhaled loudly, kicking off her bottoms when they tangled around her knees. Thankfully, he went back to what he was doing. He stroked her, slid his index finger inside her, in and out, in and out, driving her crazy.
He was going to make her come if he continued this. And she wasn’t ready yet, didn’t want it to end before it really began. She was a one-orgasm woman, always had been. It was usually easy to prolong. No man had ever worked her up so quickly before…
Without warning he placed his mouth directly on her, his lips sucking her clit, two fingers thrusting inside her deep. He licked and sucked, working her into a frenzy, until she had no choice but to let the waves of pleasure wash over her again and again, her entire body shaking with her release as she cried out his name.
She lay motionless when the tremors finally subsided, her heart still racing a million miles a minute, her eyes tightly closed. Rhett pulled away from her, she had no idea what he was doing, and she was too wiped to crack open her eyes to check.