Page 40 of Forever in the Country

A dress I had my hands under not more than an hour ago.

Lying down with my head on the massive stack of pillows, I drag my hands down my face and silently curse. I want to fuck her senseless. I want to tie her to this goddamn bed and make her scream until she’s hoarse and loses count of how many orgasms she’s had.

She has no idea what she’s done to me—hell, I didn’t fully know what she was doing to me until now.

“I can’t say I hate the view.” Her voice is sweet and sexy and I drop my hands to find her makeup-free and standing in my black T-shirt. Her legs are bare and my dick stirs at the memory of how they’d been wrapped around me, her satin-covered pussy grinding against my length.

Fuck.

“You’re a whole lot of temptation, Sunshine.”

“Yeah,”—she looks down her body and then rolls her eyes as she saunters toward the bed—“the bags under my eyes are so sexy.”

Rolling onto my elbow, I wait till she’s close enough and then reach out and hook my other arm around her waist. She yelps and then giggles as I yank her onto the bed and then roll on top of her.

Her breath catches in her throat as I rock against her. I shouldn’t be doing this but fuck if I can help it.

Lowering my mouth to hers, I savor her in a way I was unable to in the storm shelter. I let my tongue tangle and slide along hers—tasting and exploring every available inch.

She whimpers and tries to pull me closer but this isn’t the time. Resting my forehead against hers, I do my best to slow my breathing—to gain some composure.

“I need you to wait just a little longer.” I meet her gaze and it’s filled with frustration and desire and so many things I can’t acknowledge right now. “Please.”

“You got me all worked up again.” She pouts and I can’t stop the grin that slides across my lips before dragging them over her jaw and to her ear.

“Will it help you sleep better if I get you off again?” I suck her earlobe into my mouth, biting down just hard enough to make her gasp. “Is that what you want? Something to tide you over until I get home?”

“Yes.”

“And you’ll be a good girl and wait for me?” Circling her wrists, I move them above her head until I can pin them together in one hand.

“I—”

“I’m serious, baby,” I say as I trail kisses down her neck while my hand travels up the inside of her thigh. Her breath hitches and her eyelids flutter closed. I nip at her collarbone and she shudders.

“Jesus.”

“Rhea.” My finger trails up and down her slit through her panties. I keep the pressure light so it’s just as torturous for her as it is for me. Her eyes snap to mine and I reward her by circling her clit in small tight strokes.

“I want that to be you.”

“It is me, Sunshine.”

“I want you inside me.”

“You have to wait. Can you do that for me?” Leaning forward, I suck her nipple through the fabric of my shirt and then bite down, her back arching and pushing her tit harder against my mouth.

She likes that, huh?

I flick my tongue back and forth, my teeth still clamped around the tight peak. She writhes under me, her hips bucking against my hand, but she won’t get what she wants until I do.

“I asked you a question, Rhea.”

“What?” She’s breathless, cheeks flushed, her hands fighting against my hold and she’s so fucking sexy like this—stretched out for me.

Dying for my touch.

“That you’ll wait for me.” I drag my nose along the underside of her jaw, forcing her head to tilt up, exposing her neck. “That I get to come home to you and only you.”

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