She withdrew from him, her fingers still wrapped tight, sliding up and down the length of him. “Will you?”
“Do you want me to?”
He asked her permission in a way and she appreciated that. He could be the macho ass all he wanted, she found it surprisingly thrilling, but she didn’t want to simply be his fuck toy. He respected her.
Wanted to ravish her and come down her throat, but he did respect her, she knew this without a doubt.
Nodding, she dipped her head, drew him back in. He was thick and hot on her tongue, so very heavy and pulsing with life. Increasing her pace, she let him guide her. Let him tenderly cup the back of her head so she had no choice but to take him deeper.
“Yes, fuck. Just like that.” The guttural groan that ripped from his throat sent a sensation of pleasure rippling over her skin. She was wet, dripping with her desire for him, her breasts swaying with every bob on his cock, her nipples hard and aching for his lips and tongue.
She craved him like a drug. Wanted to please him, wanted to hear his shout when he finally came, wanted to feel his fingers tighten in her hair. Wanted to taste his come when he finally spilled down her throat. Wanted to feel hot tears stream down her cheeks when they were finished.
Because she would cry. She was close to crying now.
And she really had no idea why.
“Holy hell, what was that?” He collapsed onto the bed, uncontrollable shivers still shooting throughout his body. He’d wanted to take her from behind, had done so after she’d so thoroughly sucked him off. He was still raring to go despite the mammoth orgasm she’d handed him on a wet-tongued, hot-mouthed silver platter.
“I’m not really sure.” She sounded as exhausted as he felt, her limp body lying next to his. She was coated in sweat, her hair was damp, and she smelled absolutely fucking delicious with it.
And that was it. She couldn’t be more spot-on in regards to what he wanted from this scent.
It was this—the air heavy with the smell of sex, the salty tang of the ocean, the inexplicably gorgeous fragrance that was Maui. He wished he could pinpoint the exact elements that made up this scent he loved so much but he couldn’t, no matter how hard he tried.
He’d leave that up to the professional—the very sated, rather exhausted woman lying at his side.
“It was amazing, I’ll say that.” He pulled her in close, her head resting on his shoulder, her hand spread across his chest. The erratic beating of his heart thumped against her palm, her damp hair tickled his nose.
Rhett had never felt more content.
“It was all you.” She reared up, her forearm resting on his chest a
s she studied him. “You changed.”
He arched a brow at her, not making a sound.
“I liked it, though.” She ducked her head, his silly, embarrassed girl. “You were downright animalistic.”
“Aren’t I usually?” The casual tone almost hid the very real question he asked.
What did she think of him, sexually? Oh, he knew he did it for her. They did it for each other. But what did she really think?
And when had he ever cared what a woman thought?
“Not like that.” She drew light circles on his chest, her fingers tangling with the hair that grew there. “Never like that.”
“Never say never.” He kissed her forehead. “We’ve only been with each other for a few days. You’ve barely scratched the surface of my depths.”
She smiled. “Then I can’t wait to plumb for more.”
It would’ve been so easy, yet not, to agree. He didn’t smile in return, he didn’t answer. Merely watched her, saw the darkness shutter her gaze, saw the faint downturn of her mouth. She’d gone too far perhaps, but there was no backpeddling now.
If this was any other woman, he’d have bailed at this very moment. Given some sort of bogus excuse and hightailed his ass outta there. Offering a woman even a glimmer of hope was not his style. It never had been. The minute they grasped hold of hope, they never wanted to let it go. Soon they became a nagging, ferocious beast. Wondering where you were, who you were with, why you hadn’t called.
Funny how the idea of Gabriella nagging, wanting to know where he was, didn’t bother him. More like amused him—why would he have any reason to leave her side? They were compatible, agreeable, sexually attracted to each other. They could make something of this if they wanted to.
He knew she wanted to. Did he?