Page 30 of Wilde Sanctuary

His muscled shoulders were broad, his pecs wide and firm. She reached up and ran her fingers over his chest, marvelingat how soft his skin was. Like silk over steel, the hard muscles underneath bunched at her touch, and she reveled in the thought that he was as hungry for her touch as she was for his.

She glanced down and noticed he was definitely affected, judging by the bulge in his underwear. She stifled a giggle, and he swatted her gently on her ass.

“Laughing at a man in his underwear, hmm?” he said, but there was no anger in his voice, and his eyes were warm. He pulled his boxer briefs down in one swift motion and kicked them off, his cock bobbing against his stomach.

Her laughter stopped as he reached down and stroked himself lazily with one big hand. She made a noise that was something between a squeak and a moan, and it was definitely not sexy. At all.

In an attempt to regain some ground, she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, pulling the cups away from her chest and tossing it into the corner with his briefs. She ran her hands up her sides and cupped her heavy breasts in her hands, rubbing her nipples with her fingers and smirking as Rhett froze mid-stroke, his eyes focused on her hands as she trailed them over her body.

Turnabout is fair play.

Now it was Rhett’s turn to groan, the sound shooting straight to her core. She bit her lip and squeezed her legs together, feeling heat rush to her center. She had never been so turned on in all her life. She was slippery between her legs and became even more so as Rhett let go of his cock and lifted his hands to her chest.

He stopped just shy of covering her. “May I?”

She nodded, and he pulled his hands away a little.

“Say it, beautiful. I need to hear that you’re as into this as I am. Because if you’re not, we stop. End of story. It’s only good for me if it’s good for you, Charlie.”

She met his eyes. “Rhett, I need you to touch me. Make love to me, please?”

He closed his eyes and groaned, then dropped his lips to hers. Her head swam as he devoured her, his tongue seeking hers as one of his hands slid around her waist to palm one ass cheek and pull her hard up against him. His hard length was sandwiched between them, and she felt him throb with need. Her hands rested on his chest, her breasts brushing against him, her nipples hard.

He walked her backward until the back of her knees hit the mattress, and she fell with a squeak. He followed her down and, with quick movements, had her underneath him on the bed. One forearm rested above her head, keeping his weight off her, and he rested one big muscular thigh between her very eagerly open legs.

This was where she had wanted to be for so long she could hardly believe it was happening.

Rhett loomed over her, but she felt safe in his arms. She knew he would protect her always.

Something in her face must have shown her mood as he paused, brows furrowing. “Did I hurt you?” He started looking over her body and not in the way she was hoping.

“I’m fine, Rhett.”

He shot her a look that said he didn’t believe her.

“Really.” She smiled, and he relaxed. “Do you want me to show you just how fine I am?”

He grinned and lowered his head to drop a kiss on her nose. “No, beautiful. You stay right where you are. Let me take care of you.” His voice was deep and growly as he lowered his head to press a kiss to the side of her neck, his stubble brushing lightly against her skin and sending shivers to the tips of her toes.

She relaxed and enjoyed the sensation as he trailed kisses across her collarbone, working his way to the center of her chest,before dropping his head to capture one of her nipples between his teeth. He nipped her ever so gently, and her back arched off the bed, pushing herself closer to him. She’d never felt anything like what Rhett was making her feel.

Treasured. Desired. Loved.

His hand followed the trail of his lips and cupped her breast, bringing it to his mouth again before paying attention to its twin. She was lost in an ocean of pleasure as he continued his kisses down her body, dipping briefly into her navel and then over the softness of her belly.

“I love your belly,” he said, kissing her there. He ran his hand over the dip at her waist and then the outward swell of her hip and down her thigh. “I love your hips. I love your thighs.”

She moaned and closed her eyes at his words, tilting her head back on the pillow.

His hand danced over the flesh of her thigh before sliding between her legs. He groaned. “I love your beautiful pussy.”

She flushed and writhed on the bed, his words turning her on more than she thought possible.

“You are so damned beautiful. I wish you could see yourself. All glowing and sexy.”

He dropped his head between her thighs and the world outside this room—outside the two of them—ceased to exist. She was a mess of sighs and moans.

And the whole time he was licking and teasing her with his tongue and lips like he’d been lost in the desert for days and she was the first drop of rain.

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