Page 14 of Wilde Sanctuary

“The things I want to do to you, beautiful.” He practically growled, enjoying the way her breathing got faster, and her cheeks went pink.

“Oh, really?”

Her pulse fluttered under his fingers. Rhett lifted her captured hand to his neck, and she took the cue, sliding both arms around him and rising on her toes. Her breasts pushed against his chest and Rhett groaned, the sound dragged from deep inside him.

“You’re so beautiful it hurts.”

Charlie’s cropped tee and leggings had parted at the waist to expose soft, warm skin. Rhett’s hand slipped around her waist and up her back, underneath her tee shirt, his other hands cupping the back of her head, silky soft hair falling in waves through his fingers.

She moaned at his touch, shivering under his hands. Rhett had to hold himself still for long seconds, thinking about things other than the woman in his arms making noises that had his cock turning to steel.

“You say the sweetest things, big guy.”

“Big guy?” His lips twitched.

She shrugged. “If the shoe fits.”

He smirked and dropped his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent that was a mix of her shampoo, perfume, and something that was just purely Charlie. He couldn’t get enough of her.

She whined as he trailed kisses up the side of her neck towards her mouth. She turned her head so their lips met; hers parting under his and their tongues tangling.

The relief of kissing her again rushed through him, his knees almost giving way. Her hands grabbed at his hair, pulling his head down insistently and deepening their kiss. Rhett growled, dropping his hands to her backside and lifting her up against him. Her legs opened to spread around him as he canted his hips almost desperately, thrusting against her core.

She moaned and pulled away, her head falling back. Rhett took advantage of the extra space and pushed her shirt up to expose her breasts encased temptingly in a red lace bra, her pebbled nipples visible through the fabric.

“You are a surprise,” he said as he stared at her breasts. He dropped his head forward and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, nipping it with his teeth.

She writhed in his arms, grinding herself against his hard dick. It was almost too much. Rhett needed her to be closer and to have his hands freed. He turned his back to the bed and sat, pulling her onto his lap in imitation of the first night they’d met.

Lightning flashed again, creating an almost stop-motion image of Charlie as she leaned forward to free her arms from her cardigan. She tossed it carelessly into a corner of the room, her cropped tee following almost immediately.

“Hello,” she said as she smiled at him.

“Hi yourself,” he replied with a grin before he dropped his face to her breasts once more. Chuckling against her soft, warm skin, he trailed his lips into the valley between her breasts. The clasp on her bra proved difficult, the back closures seeming to have more hooks than he’d ever seen on a bra. Charlie laughed and helped him when he swore and scowled. She deftly released the clasp, pulling the straps down her arms and flinging the lacy garment away.

Rhett groaned and reached out to cup her breasts in his hands; his callused fingers brushing over her nipples that tightened under his touch.

“My hands aren’t too rough?” he asked, conscious that the work he did didn’t lend itself to soft fingers.

“No. They’re perfect. You’re perfect.” Charlie moaned, her hands gripping his hair and pulling his head to her breasts.

Not one to miss a hint, he cupped her soft breasts in his hands and bent to soothe first one nipple, then the other with his tongue.

“Yes, keep doing that.” Charlie panted.

He grinned against her skin. There was nothing for it but to oblige the lady, but first he had to get more comfortable. Releasing her breasts, he picked her up and turned to climb onto the bed properly, Charlie squeaking as he moved.

“I’m way too heavy for you to be doing that,” she admonished him.

He laughed. “You’re really not. I’m no lightweight, beautiful. I can carry you easily.” He dropped his face between her breasts, worshipping her softness as he gently lowered her back against the quilt.

He lifted his head and kissed her, devouring her with intense open-mouthed kisses that left both of them breathless. Using one hand to hold himself up over her, he slid the other into the top of her leggings. He dropped to his side next to her on the bed to get better access, throwing a thick thigh over her leg.

Charlie moaned, her hands sliding over his chest as she tugged at his shirt. He tore himself away with difficulty, tearing his shirt off and throwing it carelessly across the room. When he turned back to her, he paused, loving the way she stared at his bare chest with fiery eyes.

“Rhett, please,” she panted, rubbing herself against his thigh, her hips lifting in unspoken invitation.

He slid his hand back into her leggings and into the top of her lace panties. He growled when his fingers found her soaking wet, the curls of her pubic hair damp with her desire.

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