Page 45 of Love In Translation

What was he thinking?

Whywas he thinking?

Fletch felt Rhee’s fingers tugging his hair, her harsh moans continuing. This was so much fun—making her come was his new favorite thing to do. It was the best way, in his opinion, to spend a morning. He lapped, sucked, stroked, and Rheo lay flat, her head tipped back and her hair spreading over the table. His hands went beneath her ass, and he lifted her, changing the angle, and pushed his tongue into her, then retreated to suck on her. Through panting breaths, she told him to put his fingers inside her, and he did, working in two, then three fingers. He ate at her, and she screamed, coming against his fingers and into his mouth with a hot, wet rush.

Her shaking continued as he pushed his cock into all that amazing heat and wetness. Her legs locked around his hips, and when he was as deep in her as he could go, he stopped moving. This was another moment he wanted to be burned into his memory bank.

“Why have you stopped?” she demanded, her voice ragged.

“Some things are meant to be savored,” he replied, shocked at how unsteady his voice sounded. “And I need a condom.”

“I’m on the pill and tested negative for everything at my last physical. If you did too...” She lifted her hands to cradle his face. “I need you to take me, Fletch. Hard and fast and fiercely...”

He wanted to, but he was a big guy, and she was a lot smaller than him. “I want to... God, so much.”

“I can handle it, Fletch,” she assured him, challenge in her deep blue eyes. “I can handle you.”

God, he loved her boldness. He pulled back, nearly all the way out, and plunged back inside her, burying his cock deep, loving the delicious feel of being skin on skin with her.

Blood roared as he found her mouth, kissing her with ferocious intensity. This was wild and primal, and he imagined fucking Rheo outside next to a river on a rock under the hot, bold sun. Given how much she hated the outdoors, she’d probably hate it, and a chuckle rose up his throat. He’d never wanted to laugh during sex before.

Then again, he’d laughed more with Rheo in the last few weeks than he had in years.

He pulled back to look at her and fell into her bright blue eyes.

“Taking you is the best thing,” he told her.

Rheo’s eyes widened and then she smiled. One day, sometime soon, he wanted to come on her smile.

Rheo’s hand slapping his ass, her rough voice demanding he make her come again, jerked him back. He’d been so inside his head, he’d lost track of his body, and her body.

That had never happened before. It wouldn’t happen again.

Fletch pounded into her, his hand under her butt anchoring her to him. Rheo lifted her hips, and when she gripped him, he finally let go, pulsing inside her, five or six times, shuddering as his orgasm rocketed from his balls to the base of his skull.

“Rhee...God. We’resogood at this.”

And fucking awful at the rest.

He rested his face against her neck, panting softly against her skin.Best sex ever.

“Why am I doing this?” Rheo demanded, five minutes into their hike. She glared at Fletch’s back as she followed him down a narrow path through a dense forest. She was a strong-willed woman, so how did he manage to persuade her to pull on a pair of leggings and a never-used pair of sneakers and follow him through a forest?

Sex.He’d asked her when his head was between her legs late last night, and she’d said yes. In her defense, she would’ve agreed to dive with great white sharks at that point. Without a cage...with chum in the water.

“You play dirty, Wright. Using sex to lure me to hike with you,” Rheo complained. “I don’t hike.”

Fletch didn’t look back, neither did he stop. “It’s a walk on a trail not two miles from your house, Whitlock. Newsflash...this is not an expedition to summit K2.”

The man was fluent in sarcasm. Damn, she liked that about him.

Rheo looked at the huge trees, caught glimpses of the sky beyond them, and decided it wasn’t, well,bad. In fact, it was quite pretty.

“You do realize we could be back in bed right now?”

Fletch, as she expected, ignored her. He wore a small backpack, and she prayed it contained a thermos of coffee. She needed a reward for being active. But she still maintained that sex was a more fun way to pass time.

But the air was fresh, and the sun, when it touched her face and shoulders, was toasty on her skin. She liked stretching her muscles and enjoyed the silence. No, it wasn’t silent—she could hear birds chirping, a stream burbling, the crack of a branch, and the whistle of the wind. But it was peaceful. And, yes—she almost didn’t want to admit it—rather lovely.

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