Page 29 of When You're Gone
She knew exactly what he was doing and appreciated how he spun the whole thing to make it seem like he wanted her to leave the shirt on. But that wasn’t good enough tonight.
“Off,” she declared definitively. “I want to be as close to you as possible tonight.” She unbuttoned the rest of the shirt herself, gazing up at him as their desire electrified the room. She shrugged out of the oxford, then quickly unclasped her bra, sliding it down her arms without hesitation.
“Put your hands on me.”
His brows pulled together as he met her eyes. She knew his objection before he even spoke the words.
“Please, Rhett.”
“You have to tell me if it hurts. Or if it’s distracting because of the numbness.”
She blinked slowly and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I will,” she purred, rising up on her tiptoes to kiss him. “I promise.”
His hands grazed the front of her body, drawing a path between her breasts and down her torso. She shivered when his fingers brushed over her hips, then palmed her ass and squeezed. A slight bend of the knees was the only warning she got before he hoisted her up and circled the bed.
He sat down on the mattress, holding her tight in his lap as he kissed her breathless. He shifted to rest back against the headboard, then tickled his fingertips back over her hips, down her stomach, and along the bikini line of her thighs.
“Sit back,” he said huskily when he finally broke their kiss. “Let me see you.”
She bit down on her lip and obeyed, sitting up straight as he leaned back with his arms resting behind his head.
“You’re a knockout,” he praised, smirking as he watched her straddle him in his boxer briefs. His words emboldened her—made her feel beautiful, made her feel brave. She ran her hands through her hair, letting her fingers trace down her neck, over her breasts, down her tummy, finally landing between her thighs. Hunger shone in his eyes as he watched her spread herself for him.
“Hold on…” Rhett sat up and reached past her, grabbing for one of the cake plates and putting it beside them before settling back into the pillows.
“You were serious about letting me eat in bed?” she asked mischievously.
He reached over and collected a glob of frosting in his hand. “Hell yes I was. I want to put this everywhere,” he told her seductively.
“Do it,” she challenged as she ground her hips down on his erection.
He painted the frosting from her mouth to her collarbone, then he smeared some in her belly button.
Tori let out a huff of frustration—what did she have to do to make him understand exactly what she wanted tonight? She held up her hand, urging him to wait. She reached over and scooped up her own handful of sugary buttercream, then locked him in her gaze as she spread the frosting over her nipples.
He growled his approval as he tracked her movements.
When she was done, she leaned back slightly and cocked one eyebrow in challenge.
That was all the encouragement he needed. Rhett sat up and gripped her low back, anchoring her body to him as he licked every inch of frosting from her skin. He worked his way up her stomach, his lustful gaze meeting hers as his tongue lapped the first bit of sweetness from her nipple.
She ran her nails against his scalp and pulled on the ends of his hair as she continued to grind against his dick. She watched, transfixed, as he moved to her other breast. She was mesmerized by the sight of his mouth on her body. As expected, she couldn’t feel it, but watching him work her over like that had her panting and writhing for more.
He must have sensed her excitement, because he continued to lick and lavish her breasts, her neck, her collarbones. He popped one nipple into his mouth, smoothing his hands down her back as he worked her over.
“Finger me while you do that,” she begged. Between the visual of him sucking on her tits and the feeling of his hand buried inside her…
Rhett’s hand was at her mouth before she could finish that thought. “Suck,” he encouraged, pressing two fingers to her tongue. She eagerly lapped at his hand before he pulled away to find the sweet spot between her thighs.
His thumb connected with her clit as he worked two fingers into her pussy. He curled his fingers inside her and pressed up on her tight bundle of nerves. She thrust her hips forward in encouragement as he continued to kiss and lick her breasts.
“God, you drive me insane. Your body. Your breathy little moans. It’s like everything you do is designed to make me crazy.”
She felt everything in that moment: His words and his hands. His tongue and his praise. The way he knew exactly where to touch her, how to touch her, what to do to elicit all her pleasure…
“Ev,” she panted as the first tingles of climax sparked in her core.
“I got you,” he promised as he worked her over harder, faster.
