Kinsley’s stomach churned with hot jealousy. The same jealousy that she had felt every time she saw Rhett leaving with a woman. One that broke her every damn time. She forced another smile at Remy. “Yup, totally fine. You?”
Remy gave her a lopsided smile. “I’m great, but I’m also not the one swallowing my emotions.”
“It’s okay.” She glanced in Rhett’s direction again as he maneuvered his way out of the woman’s hold and stepped back. And yet the woman only looked more determined. It occurred to Kinsley in that moment that Rhett could, in fact, be with that woman if he wanted to. They weren’t exclusive. She actually didn’t know what they were doing. All of which seemed fine until she was presented with the reality that Rhett was gorgeous, and women wanted him. “I’m okay,” she repeated, not even believing herself.
Remy’s eyes turned sad. “Okay, well, what can I help you with?”
Kinsley needed to get out there. Just to breathe and not cry in front of everyone. Damn these pregnancy emotions. She forced her voice out from her tight throat. “Wanna start bringing out the food? I need to pee.”
“Kinsley,” Remy said softly.
She couldn’t reply. Her chin trembled as she turned away and booked it upstairs to the bathroom. She shut the door and locked it, dropping her head back against the wood, unable to stop the tears.
A sudden knock came at the door. “Just a minute.”
The knock came again. Remy could be persistent when she knew Kinsley was sad. She unlocked the door and opened it. “Remy, I—”
Rhett arched an eyebrow. “No one should look that sad at a birthday party.”
“I’m fine. I’m just pregnant and emotional.” She moved to the sink and turned on the tap, dabbing cold water onto her hot cheeks.
Rhett shut and locked the bathroom door behind him then closed in at her back. He pressed his hands against the sink, trapping her. His chin rested on her shoulder. “Are you threatened by that woman downstairs?” he asked.
“No,” Kinsley lied, staring at him through the mirror. “I’m just holding in my vomit from watching Ms. Perfect hanging off you.”
His mouth twitched. “What would you rather I had done when she hugged me?”
“Drop-kicked her,” Kinsley said. “You’re good at that. I’ve seen you.”
He chuckled. “I’d go to jail for drop-kicking her.”
Well, she didn’t want that. She drew in a long, deep breath, staring at him through the mirror. Hard. “Have you slept with her?”
His expression went flat. He had his emotions very much in check. “Yes.”
“Do you still want her?”
“No.” His gaze fell to her lips through the mirror. “I want you.”
She rolled her eyes. “You have to say that.”
“Why?”
“Because my knee is primed and ready to take you down to the ground, and you know it.”
He laughed aloud now and took her by the hips, turning her toward him. He gave her a leveled look. “I guess I’ll have to show you then that you’re all I’m thinking about now. The only woman I want.” He thrust his fingers into her hair and his mouth sealed hers in a kiss that turned her head to mush.
But then the kiss went to an entirely different place. His lips slid to her neck and he nipped at her flesh, proving he was only getting started. When he reached for the top of her stretchy maternity jeggings, she broke the kiss with a loud gasp. “Everyone is out there.”
“You had better be quiet then,” he murmured against her nape, grabbing the jeggings and yanking. As he pulled them down, he went onto one knee.
She looked down at him. “But—”
“I want you, Kinsley.” He kissed the top of her thigh then grinned pure sex up at her. “Stop talking and let me have you.”
Oh, dear Lord…her mind went blank to anything but the pleasure of the first stroke of his tongue against her hot flesh. The tickle he gave there, followed by the deep press against her clit. She shuddered, threading her hands into his hair, not caring about anything but having more. She tried to spread her legs, bringing him in deeper, but her jeggings held her ankles together, allowing only a little space between them. But in that space, Rhett had managed to slide a finger up inside her that began moving with his perfect licks against her sensitive skin.
He flicked, swirled, nibbled, and sucked, and soon, she was gripping the edge of the sink, mindless to anything but him and the way he touched her so perfectly. Like he knew just how to make her body his. She was all but putty in his hands when she began moaning softly, grinding her hips into the pleasure.