Page 129 of Until Tomorrow
Rhett’s house was fifteen minutes outside the city in a neighborhood where the houses were closer, kids played across lawns, and the community was busy. Even as he pulled into the short drive, kids barreled down the street on their bikes, screaming and yelling as they did.
“This is a nice neighborhood,” I commented. I was desperate to find anything to focus on that didn’t involve him naked.Unfortunately, that was all my brain could focus on.It didn’t help at all that he’d spent the whole fifteen-minute drive with his hand up my skirt. Every touch from him was teasing, never quite getting me there and leaving me a wanting mess.
“I periodically stand outside and yell at them to get off my fucking lawn,” Rhett said.Doubtful.
“Is that before or after you give them sidewalk chalk and teach them how to draw?” I asked when I opened the door and caught sight of all the art on the sidewalk.
“Teach them?” he scoffed. “I did all of these.”
“You drew a three-legged Cookie Monster eating a carrot?”
“Is there any other way to draw Cookie Monster?”
“Clearly not.” I laughed.God, I adored him.I stood, and my legs trembled slightly, making me falter. I clung to the door for a brief moment as I gained my bearings.
“Something wrong, spark plug?” That devious smile on his handsome face did nothing to help the heated situation between my thighs, but I wasn’t giving him the satisfaction.
“Not at all!” I kept my chin high as I followed him to the front door. It took way too much effort to keep my legs from shaking.Damn man.
“Evening, Rhett!” a voice called out just as he put the keys in the door.
“Hello, Enzo,” he greeted back. He waved and glanced at his neighbor.
“How are you tonight?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I grumbled. Rhett glanced at me, that smile on his face widening. He took the key out of the door and gave nosy Enzo his full attention.
“It’s going great,” he replied. “How are you?”
“Oh, you know how it is.”
“No, I don’t,” Rhett told him.Cheeky man.I reached out and pinched him in the ass hard enough to make him lurch forward with a surprised sound.
“You good over there?” Enzo asked. He craned his neck for a better look at what was happening, being far too nosy for his own good.
“Just fine,” he said while pinning me with a none-too-impressed stare. I just smiled. “Have a good night, Enzo.”
“Oh! We have a guy coming out to look at the fence line—”
“Just email me, Enzo,” Rhett interrupted. He opened the door and ushered me inside.
My heels clicked on the floor as I wandered deeper into the open-concept house he had. He’d underplayed the niceness of his house—though it did lack that lived-in feel. It had the same magazine quality I was used to, which made sense, considering he spent most of his time in the city. Still, the dark leather and dusty gray hardwood were a gorgeous combination.
“We need to talk, spark plug.” That dark little growl in his voice did wicked things to my arousal. He hooked a finger, beckoning me closer, but I kicked off my heels as I took a step back. “I was just talking to my neighbor. All you had to do was behave for one minute.”
“You were ignoring me,” I retorted. For good measure, I fluttered my lashes at him.
“Pretty as you are, spark plug, that won’t work,” he said. When he started toward me, I put more distance between us. “Not this time.”
“And what?” I asked. “Are you going to punish me?”
“Not my thing. But I plan to fuck you until you don’t know your own damn name. The only name you’ll know is mine as you scream it for the whole damn neighborhood to hear.”
“Oh.” My eyes widened slightly.How was that a bad thing?In fact, I was a fan of the idea. “I’m not seeing an issue with that.”
“Maybe not, but there will be a point where you think you want to stop—where you’ve had a few orgasms and you’re feeling good—but I’m not stopping,” Rhett said, continuing to stalk toward me in the dark of his house. My pulse thrummed against my neck with anticipation. There was something sinfully hot about him like this. “I’m not stopping until my sheets are soaked with your cum and you can’t walk without feeling everything I’ve done to you for the next week. I’m going to use my hands, my tongue, and my cock to make you come more times than you thought possible. And when you beg me to stop—when you beg me for a break—I won’t give it to you. I promise I’ll make you come even harder just for asking.”
“Oh…”
