Page 97 of Rhett
He grinned. “Straight to the point. That’s my mate.”
He grabbed my hand and directed me up the spiral staircase and into his bedroom. Once inside, he slowly peeled off my clothes and then picked me up. He carried me to his bathroom, setting me on the vanity, and turned on the steamy shower. He took off his jeans as the heat billowed around us.
His skin was golden tan and tight over the bulging muscles beneath. He was, without a doubt, the sexiest man I’d ever seen, and he was all mine.
Stepping closer, he lifted my chin with a flick of his finger before leaning into my body and kissing me hard and deep. He sucked my tongue into his mouth. A fist in my hair angled my head back, granting him deeper access. My tongue slid around the tip of his and then rubbed under it. His growl vibrated through me, and my pussy throbbed with need.
Breaking away from our kiss, he lifted me up, taking me into the massive shower stall with him. Once inside, he sat on the shower seat, tugging me onto his lap—my chest against his—allowing the water to cascade over both of us. Blood melted off his body, mingling with the water that went down the drain.
Rhett moaned, as if enjoying the hot water beating against his sore muscles.
Kissing him hard on his lips, I crooned, “Let me take care of you, baby.” I made my way to my feet, putting a dollop of aromatic, woody-scented body wash onto a washcloth before lathering it all over his body, then gently sloughing away the remaining blood.
Dropping the washcloth to the floor, I grabbed the shampoo and lathered his hair, raking my fingernails against his scalp. He wrapped his arms around me, his mouth going to my nipple, taking turns, sucking each one into his hot, greedy mouth.
“My turn,” he muttered. He stood up and lathered up the washcloth. He paid special attention to my breasts and between my thighs. Water rained over my hair, transforming my thick strands into a cloud of tighter ringlets.
Turning off the water, he pulled me out of the shower, quickly drying the both of us before lifting me over his shoulder in a firefighter’s carry.
I squealed, “Don’t get cocky, Sheriff.”
“You haven’t seen the meaning of cocky, baby.” He brought me inside his bedroom, dropping me onto the bed.
He straddled me, one knee on each side of my waist. I stared up at him in anticipation. His firm lips curved a little into a smile.
He stroked my hair, his eyes never leaving mine as he picked up my hands, lifting them toward the metal slats of the headboard. “Grab the poles.” Eagerly, I did as directed, wrapping my fingers around the cold metal as excitement bubbled up inside me.
He moved to lie beside me, cupping my cheek in one huge hand, forcing me to meet his sensual gaze. “Do you trust me to take care of you?”
I nodded as my nipples throbbed and begged for his tongue’s attention. I lay there with my hands over my head, gripping the poles for dear life.
“Rhett, I need…”
“I know what you need.” He brushed a tender kiss across my lips, then nuzzled my temple. “Don’t move,” he ordered with a low, sexy voice before getting to his feet and walking over to the sliding glass door, opening it.
As he came back over to the bed, I dropped my eyes to his thick, long, jutting erection.How the hell is he going to get that anaconda into me?Not that I was going to let his big cock intimidate me. I was determined to ensure every inch got in.
He joined me on the bed, caressing my cheek before his tongue took full possession of my mouth, darting in and out, flicking and sucking.
Giving my lips a lick, he murmured, “You’re so beautiful,” before he slid down my body. Pressing his mouth against my stomach, he nibbled and kissed until all I wanted to do was burst into flames. I released my grip on the metal poles. Rhett stilled, his eyes focused on me, and he ordered, “Hands back on the poles, mate.”
With shaky fingers, I clutched the poles again. There was something so hot about being controlled in bed by my sexy, caring mate, whom I trusted explicitly to take care of my needs with a firm but gentle touch.
Spreading my legs wide, he knelt between them, looking at my pussy hungrily. “Damn. What a beautiful pussy.” I felt exposed and vulnerable before his scorching gaze.
Cupping my pussy, he locked his eyes with mine. “This pussy is mine to do with as I please.” He slid his fingers between my wet folds.
“Yes. Yours.” I arched up, wiggling closer, as he slipped one finger, then another inside me.
His callused thumb circled and played with my clit. “Tell me what you want.”
My mind went blank. “I… Uh…”
He stroked my folds, and I shivered, on the verge of exploding. From his heated, focused stare, I knew he had no intention of pushing me over the edge until I said what he needed to hear.
“Please,” I whispered. “Please lick me.”
“My pleasure.”
