Page 49 of Peaches

Rhett’s eyes flash, pupils blown wide. Every cell in my body narrows its attention to my hands and what they’re doing. To the muscles clenching along his face and neck and the blazing confidence I feel at the sight of it.

I nearly yelp when his arms suddenly burst around me, hands gripping tight, and then he’s lifting me up, stepping out of the tub as water streams off both our bodies and onto the tile floor. His mouth is rough on mine, teeth scraping against my lips as he moves us out of the bathroom toward my room. Toward the bed.

He sets me down and breaks his mouth away from mine to lie in the center of my mattress, his still-dry hair spilling across a dusty pink pillow. “Come here,” he rasps, holding out a hand.

But I can’t stop staring at him.

I’ve never wanted sex like this, never wanted to feel someone move against me so badly. The need nearly buckles me. The cut of his jaw and the dip of his throat. The steeliness and strength and power that swirl together in the pools of those moon-like eyes. His calloused fingertips roughly dragging along my skin while the hard lines of him meet the soft curves of me.

The way his need pours out and collects in my heart, a chemical reaction that will inevitably bind the memory of him to my skin and bones forever.

And that’s just it. This thing we’re doing . . . it’s changing me.

“Olivia.” He says my name quietly, like it’s a secret. Like it’s the answer to a question he’s held for such a long time, and now that he has it, he wants to besocareful. My hand rises to meet his, still warm and damp from the water, and he pulls me to him on the bed until I’m on top of him, knees bracketing his ribs. His eyes devour me, hands settling on my waist. “I don’t think you understand how much you turn me on.”

My throat tightens.

“Your golden hair, the freckles on your face. The way the light brightens the flecks of amber in your eyes, like sunlight through the trees. Your skin . . . god, Olivia,” he rumbles, low and gruff. “Yourskin. It drives me fucking insane to stop myself from touching you as much as I want to.”

My mind tumbles over the words. But I have no time to respond before he’s lifting me off his stomach. Pulling me up toward the headboard, so that my legs rest around . . .

Ohgod.

There’s no time to process what’s happening before one large hand catches both my wrists, pinning them behind my back as his first lick spreads me open. There is nothing careful or teasing about the way he tastes me, his tongue greedy and cruel in what feels like a claiming, like I was made for him to dothis. Made for him to feast from, to drown in. The sensation is at once too much and not enough as my hips writhe, the intense pleasure edging along painful.

A low groan rumbles out from him, vibrating against me, and I buck against the feel of it, lifting myself up with the strength of my thighs when the pressure of it all becomes too much. But he clamps me back down against him with a heavy arm, his teeth nipping in warning before another long stroke of his tongue blinds me. Forced to take the pleasure head-on, it doesn’t take long before the tension snaps and I scream as I fall apart around him.

Still, he doesn’t stop. One orgasm quickly tips into another and I swear I’m going to lose my mind if he doesn’t let me catch my breath. “Rhett,” I beg. “Please.”

The arm he uses as a band around my lap relaxes, and I reflex up and off of him. There’s a sharp inhale and a chuckle beneath me. “Come on, peaches. You can give me one more.”

But I’m a boneless heap.

I look down at him to tell him so, but there’s a grin tugging at his wicked mouth, a gleam in his eye that’s been missing all night. “I don’t think I can,” I say, chest heaving.

His grin only grows wider. “How ’bout you take over, then?”

“What do you mean?”

Rhett releases his hold on my wrists and wraps his hands around my waist again. As easily as before, he lifts me off of him and scoots me back to his hips, the impossibly hard length of him caught right between my legs. Right where his mouth just was. His eyes fasten there, wide and gluttonous, as he slowly glides me back and forth over him.

When he speaks, his voice is hurried. “You’re going to ride me like you mean it, peaches. Because you do, don’t you? You want me to be inside you?”

I nod, breathless.

“Say it,” he orders.

“I want you inside me,” I mumble, wholly focused on the friction and heat growing, despite being sure I’d had enough. Turns out I might be as insatiable as he is. I squeeze my eyes shut as the tension in my belly grows taut.

“You’re so fucking wet. I bet you’re soft enough to take me even deeper this time, don’t you think?”

The warmth of his hands disappears and the rocking stops. I almost whine from the loss of it, opening my eyes to find him studying me. “I want you inside me,” I repeat, firmer this time.

He winks at me . . .winks. “You know what to do.”

But . . . do I? I’ve only been on top one other time in my life and it was short-lived—andnotbecause I’d rocked his world.

Rhett must see the hesitation on my face because his eyes sharpen. “Olivia. If you’re somehow worried about getting this right, trust me when I say you could probably justbreatheon me and I’d come harder than ever from it.”

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