Thrusting deep, he pounded inside her, murmuring hot words in her ear all the while. This was it, he wasn’t holding back now. Giving her everything he had, he went balls-deep. Hard. Fast. His orgasm threatened, sitting on that peripheral edge, just out of reach, and he strove toward it. Taking her mouth, he consumed her, ravaged her with his tongue and teeth, all the while slamming his body into hers until they both stiffened and groaned, their orgasms taking them completely over.
Rhett slumped over her for a long moment and then left the bed, disposing of the condom quickly. He returned to the bed, pulling Gabriella to him without saying a word, and she went willingly. She clung to his side, her breaths still coming fast, her body trembling. He smoothed his hands down her side, trying to calm her down. Exhaling slowly, he tried to ease his racing heart with deep, even breaths.
“That was—intense,” she finally whispered.
“Mmm.” He kissed her forehead, infinitely pleased with what just happened. Fuck, it felt good. “You came three times.”
“And you sound rather proud of that,” she teased, glancing up at him. “I never thought that could happen.”
“I told you.” He pressed another kiss to her temple. “You’ve been with the wrong guys.”
“I’ll say.” She ran her fingers back and forth across his chest, teasing his chest hair, and he closed his eyes, enjoying it. He could fall asleep, he was so relaxed, so content. Take a nap, wake up and do it all over again.
Smiling, he snuggled her closer, resting his chin on top of her head.
“Rhett?”
“Hmm.”
“This isn’t going to ruin our working relationship, is it?”
“I think it’s going to make it a lot more fun,” he joked.
“If we keep it temporary.” She paused and the moment suddenly felt heavy. “Right?”
“Right.” He didn’t want to talk about this now. Besides, he kept everything temporary. This was going to be fun, just like he promised. A little bit of romance, a lot of exploring in the sun and plenty of exploring each other’s bodies during the long, sultry nights. The perfect inspiration she needed to create a sexy, island-based scent.
He hoped.
Chapter Twelve
“How’s it coming?”
Rhett literally broke out in a sweat at the sound of his brother’s voice. He clutched the phone tightly, his fingers cramping. If he was feeling like a dirty bastard, he’d tell Alex he had Ella coming day and night, which was a rather arrogant—though honest—statement.
But that wasn’t what Alex was referring to and he knew it.
“It’
s going…well,” Rhett said, casting a glance toward Ella. She sat at a small table out on the deck, scribbling inside her notebook, her shoulders hunched and a tiny frown on her face.
“You’ve been there three days. You come back tomorrow, right?”
“Yes, tomorrow.” Rhett’s mouth went dry. He didn’t want to go back, didn’t want to face reality. He wasn’t sure if Ella was ready to face it either.
They’d hardly come up for air, let alone with an idea for the scent, too consumed with each other the last three days. Long, lazy mornings wrapped around each other, naked in bed. Warm, sunny afternoons spent wandering the island, a lengthy dinner at one of the resort restaurants followed by lots of naked playtime—again in bed. Or on the couch. The floor, against the wall, out on the deck, in the shower…
Scrubbing a hand across his face, he banished the memories. He couldn’t get enough of her.
“Let’s set up a meeting for right after you arrive. I want to discuss with you what’s happening with the perfume, what the next stages are. Hunter and Gracie want to go over what the bottle and box is going to look like. They’ve had someone draw up some ideas. I think you’ll be pleased.”
The back of Rhett’s neck grew damper with perspiration with every word Alex said. “Aren’t we getting ahead of ourselves? Isn’t it a little soon to discuss such matters?”
“Not really. If you want this by next spring, then we need to get moving. It’s one of the best times—women tend to want a change come the first sign of spring. Plus, we’ll be available in time for Mother’s Day. In fact…” Rhett swore he heard the scratch of Alex’s pen as he jotted down some notes. “I’ll mention we need to come up with gift sets. Elegant boxes with the perfume’s name on it in simple font.” Alex paused. “What are we calling the perfume, anyway? I don’t think you’ve told me.”
“Worth It.” The words just tumbled off his tongue without any thought.
“Hmm. Worth It for Women?”