Page 64 of Glamour & Gumballs

Too soft.

I lifted my hands to his hair and buried them in the strands, pulling him down closer as I parted my lips.

His tongue met mine without pause, stroking slowly.

Intimately.

My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. I wanted more—needed more.

Rhett tilted my head back, deepening the kiss. His hands left my face, finding the zipper at the top of my raincoat. I leaned back just enough that he could pull it down and peel it off my body while he kissed me.

My boots were still back at camp, so with the jacket gone, all I had on was my bra and shorts.

The rain was still falling, but it didn’t feel cold anymore.

Rhett’s hands were rough as they slid over my bare hips, finding the hem of my sports bra. I expected him to tease my breasts through the fabric after the last time we’d been together, but he didn’t bother.

He hooked his fingers beneath the hem, released my mouth for a moment, and peeled it over my head.

A growl vibrated his chest when he looked down at my bare breasts, nipples hard as rain fell over my skin.

The rain wasn’t miserable anymore.

It was kind of hot.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he rumbled, taking my breasts and slowly dragging his thumbs over my nipples.

My hips moved a little, and the bite of the rough brick against my backside only made me want him more.

“Are you going to let me walk away without taking what you want again?” I asked, arching my back a little to put more of my tits in his hands.

He squeezed them in response, making me suck in a breath.

“I should,” he said, his hot eyes on my breasts. “I should take you back to camp before someone realizes we’re gone.”

“They’re all asleep,” I said, reaching for his cock. His shorts didn’t hide his erection even a little.

I dragged my hand down the length of him.

He stepped closer, giving me better access. “It’s a risk, Chaos.”

“Live a little, Rhetti.” I tossed Kyle’s nickname for him out there, just to see how he reacted. “Accept your dominance. Take what you want. I’ll stop you if it’s too much.”

He released my breasts.

I opened my mouth to protest, but the words didn’t escape, because he kneeled between my thighs.

His fingers hooked in the waistband of my shorts, and he tugged them down my thighs and calves, dropping the fabric on the dirt. With his hands on the insides of my knees, he opened my legs wide.

He made a sound of appreciation. “Already slick for me, Chaos?”

“Always.”

He dragged a hand up my thigh and slowly traced a circle around my clit, making me shudder. “I want to take my time with you, but I shouldn’t.”

“Then don’t.”

His eyes lifted to mine, holding my gaze as he leaned in and dragged his tongue in the same shape he’d just made with his finger.

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