Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Gonna hang out at home,” I settle on, which isn’t a lie.
Honestly, I couldn’t believe Rhett said yes. I hadn’t expected him to, though I hoped he would. I wasn’t sure if this would feel like pressure on him, and when he said no, I was sure I’d gone a step too far, but when he explained what he meant, I found myself smiling like an idiot, alone in my bedroom.
“You’re grinning,” Archer says.
Damn it. Clearly, I’m doing it again. “Mind your business,” I say in a tone I’m sure Archer recognizes as not me being a dick, but because there’s a reason I can’t share.
He cocks a brow. “Whatever you say.” Then he rests his hand on my shoulder and squeezes.
“All right, Meadow-bug. I’m outta here. Thanks for having her, East.”
“Thanks for letting her stay,” Easton replies, more interested in his pups than me. That’s his way, though. He doesn’t mean anything by it.
“Bye, Dad. I hope you don’t get too bored by yourself.” Meadow comes over and gives me a hug.
I chuckle. “I’m sure I’ll manage.” I kiss the top of her head, then make my way out, more excited than I should be about the night to come. It’s not because I’ll hopefully get to touch him, though obviously, I’m looking forward to that. I just enjoy talking to Rhett. I want to know everything about him, and I miss things like this, someone I’m with or interested in, being in my home, sharing my bed. Christ, I want to share a bed with him, want to hold him all fucking night.
It’s what I think about the whole drive home, and I’m not surprised to pull up and see Rhett’s truck sitting in my driveway early.
He gets out when I do, the two of us meeting in the middle. He has a grocery bag in one hand and a duffel in the other. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to arrive early.”
“It’s okay. I like that about you, and I was hoping you would.” I press a kiss to his lips. “Here, I’ll take this. Let’s get out of the cold.” He hands me the duffel, and we head to the house.
The heat inside feels nice, but the pleasant tingle against my skin has nothing to do with that. “I’ll put this in my room. You can take that to the kitchen.”
When I get back, Rhett is putting cheese in the fridge. I walk up behind him, and as soon as he closes the door, I wrap my arms around him, pressing my lips to his neck. “This okay?” I like touching him so much. Like the feel of him and the smell of him and how it makes me feel that he trusts me.
He drops his head back against my shoulder. “Yes.”
I kiss his throat, nibble on him just slightly.
“You can do…whatever you want to me tonight.”
I smile against his skin. “Whatever I want? Hmm, then I might not stop touching you until tomorrow…and talking to you. I like talking to you, Rhett. I’ll probably try and make you laugh a few times too.”
He chuckles, and I keep kissing and sucking on him. It’s important to me Rhett knows that tonight, and any time we spend together, isn’t just about sex, but at the same time, I want him to know how much I enjoy his body.
I let my hands travel south, not stopping until I palm the growing bulge in his jeans. “What if I want to suck you? What if I can’t wait and I want to blow you right here in my kitchen?” That’s not something we’ve done yet, but damn, I’m dying to feel his fat cock on my tongue.
“Fuck,” he grits out throatily. “Whatever. You. Want.”
“What do you want?” I massage him. “Remember, this is about what you want and how you want it. Do you want my mouth on you?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to make you come quickly, or do you want me to make it last?” I like it when Rhett wants me to edge him. It’s something different than I’ve ever done with a lover, something I share just with him. “Your choice, Rhett. Always your choice.”
“Don’t let me come right away. Make it last. I like it when I choose to give up control to you.”
“Fuck, baby. Me too.” I turn him around and slam my lips down on his. Rhett’s back hits the fridge as my tongue pushes into his mouth. He grabs my hips, digs his fingers in so hard, I know he’ll leave marks. I want the marks. Want to know he was so damn hungry for me, he could barely control himself.
I press up against him while I kiss him, rubbing our bodies together. Rhett makes soft, needy sounds as we lose ourselves in each other’s mouths the way we tend to do.