Page 75 of Never the Best

I licked my lips.

“I don’t know how I look,” I confessed.

He smiled and smoothed his hands over my torso. “You look beautiful. You always have.”

“I have a lot of stretch marks.”

“Okay.”

I took a deep breath. “And…everything is lumpy.”

He circled my waist and squeezed. “You feel so good, Pearl.”

He cupped my breasts, and I moaned. He pinched my nipples, and it felt so damn wonderful. He gently pushed me onto the bed, and I opened my arms.

“Lie down with me,” I offered.

Trust was complicated for me, but Rhett had shown me who he was over these past weeks. Slowly, I was letting go of the past—of the young Rhett who, as this older and more mature man now admitted, had messed up.

He lay down next to me and pulled me to him for a kiss. His hand slid under my shirt.

Skin against skin.

I whimpered.

His hands were everywhere, touching, feeling, learning. He didn’t undress me, and I knew he was waiting for me to take that step. His hands glided under the elastic of my sweats, and…fuck…he cupped me.

“Oh God.” I arched my back, and my legs opened on their own accord, like I was drugged.

He slipped a finger inside me, and I reached out to cup him through his tuxedo pants. He fucked me with two fingers, and I kept kissing him as he did, wanting his taste inside of me. My hands squeezed his cock.

He was hard, God, but he was.

His thumb came to rest on my clit, and he pressed hard just as he inserted a third finger inside of me.

“Rhett,” I cried out as an orgasm slammed into me, crashing through all the walls I’d put up for years. It was amazing. And I wantedmore.

My hand began to jack him off through his pants, and he groaned. “I’ll come, baby.”

I began to pump him in earnest, wanting very much to take him where I’d just been. He let go, and I felt his pants dampen as he did, his face buried against my neck.

We both fell onto our backs, struggling to catch our breath. My hand moved away from his sticky cock, and his fingers slipped out of me. I looked over at him and found him watching me, and just like that, a giggle slipped out of me. He quirked an eyebrow, and I grinned. “That was…wicked.”

He turned sideways and raised himself on an elbow. “Yeah, it was.”

“You came in your pants.” I couldn’t stop laughing. It wasn’t because anything was particularly funny—it wasn’t. I was laughing because…I was happy.

He chuckled. “I certainly did.” He dropped a quick kiss on my mouth. “I’ll clean up, and then we can go to bed, yeah?”

I was in awe of how domestic all this was. We would go to bed together, like we had been doing for days, as if it were normal.

“Did you think I was fat when we…you know…the first time?” I couldn’t say the words.

“What exactly are you asking, darlin’?” Rhett traced a finger down my cheek.

We lay in bed, facing each other. I was too revved to fall asleep, and so was he.

“You know what I’m asking.” I glared at him.

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