Page 50 of Playing Dirty
“Shh,” he said, taking my hand.
Rhett guided me down until my back met the rug in front of the fire. The warmth from the flames reached me in waves, chasing over my skin in time with the slow drag of his palms along my sides. The texture of the rug pressed against me, grounding me even as my pulse tried to lift me right out of myself.
He knelt beside me, eyes roaming over every inch like he was mapping me out. Then he leaned in, kissing his way down the center of me, unhurried. The scruff of his jaw rasped against my skin, sending shivers chasing the heat he was building.
When his mouth finally found my most sensitive spot, I let out a sound that didn’t belong in polite company. He workedme over like it was something he’d been waiting years to do—like there was nowhere else he’d rather be. My hands slid into his hair, holding him to me, my hips moving without my permission.
“Rhett…” My voice broke on his name.
He pulled back just long enough to meet my gaze, his mouth glistening, eyes locked on mine. “Better than imagining it?”
“All the ways I thought it might feel?” I swallowed hard. “Not even close.”
His smile turned wicked, and then he was back on me, pushing me higher until I was gripping the rug, toes curling, heat rushing through me in a way no memory or toy had ever managed.
When I tugged him up to me, breathless, I knew exactly what I wanted next. And I wanted to give something back.
I pushed at his shoulders until he was on his knees, and then I wrapped my hand around him, feeling the solid weight of him for the first time.
His cock was thick and warm in my hand, and the first slide of my palm made his breath hitch. I couldn’t help but smile at that, the smallest rush of power flooding me as I leaned forward.
The first taste was… different from what I expected. Better. Salt and heat and something entirely him. I took my time, letting my lips glide down his length before drawing back again, teasing, curious.
“You have no idea,” he muttered, voice rough, “how long I’ve wanted to feel this.”
I hummed in response, the sound making him groan.
Uninvited, my mind flickered to the drawer back home that held my little toy friend and how it had never once made me feel this satisfied. That silicone substitute had nothing on the real thing.
His fingers brushed my cheek, then slid into my hair, guiding me without forcing. I gave him what I knew he wanted, the rhythm steady until his breathing turned shallow.
Then he pulled back, cupping my face in his hands.
“Callie,” he said, eyes locked on mine, “we good?”
I blinked, still catching my breath. “Good?”
He smirked, a flash of humor cutting through the heat. “No surprises in nine months, right?”
The laugh burst out of me before I could stop it. “We’re good to go, cowboy.”
“Perfect,” he said, his smile turning downright sinful. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
Rhett stood, pulling me up with him like I weighed nothing. His hand stayed firm at the small of my back as we crossed the room, the firelight trailing over our skin. He didn’t bother turning on the bedroom lights—just let the glow from the hall and the faint flicker of the fireplace follow us in.
His bed was massive, the kind you could get lost in. The cool sheets met my overheated skin as he lowered me onto them, his mouth already finding mine again. The kiss was deeper now, tasting of everything we’d just done and everything we were about to.
“Been wanting this,” he murmured against my lips, “since before you knew you wanted me.”
I would’ve teased him for the arrogance if it weren’t true.
His hands skimmed down my sides, palms rough in a way that made me shiver. Then he was inside me, slow at first, letting me adjust, letting me feel every inch. My breath caught, and he stilled, searching my face.
“Okay?” he asked quietly.
“Better than okay,” I breathed.
He moved then, the rhythm building until it was all I could do to hold onto him. Every thrust, every kiss, every whisperedword blurred together into something that felt bigger than either of us. It was heat and need and years of unspoken what-ifs finally breaking loose.
