“What’s this grand idea you were talking about earlier?” He pressed his face against her neck, kissing her there. His mouth was damp and full, lingering as he delivered another, then another kiss along the column of her throat.
Closing her eyes, she savored the feel of his lips on her skin, his hand moving up to cup her breast, his burgeoning erection brushing against her backside. She was completely surrounded by him and it felt like heaven. “It’s about the scent. I know exactly what I want it to be.”
He paused in his ministrations, long fingers curled around one breast, his lips moving against her neck as he spoke, tickling her sensitive skin. “Exactly?”
Ella nodded, resting her arms over his, caressing his forearms with her fingertips. “It came to me while you were sulking in the bar.”
“Hey.” He bit the side of her neck, immediately soothing the sting with his tongue.
“I’m calling it like I saw it.” She bit back the gasp that threatened to escape when he tugged on the elastic top of her dress. It came down with ease, exposing her bare breasts, and he growled with satisfaction.
“Coming into that bar with no bra on, no wonder the bartender stared at you.”
Her cheeks heated and she arched her back, filling his seeking hands with her breasts. “I was trying to get your attention.”
“You already have it.” His fingers stroked, ratcheting her pleasure higher and higher. “Tell me about your epiphany.”
“How about I show you instead?” She turned in his embrace, extracting herself only to arm’s length so she could grab his hands and lead him to the bedroom.
The smile on his face told her how pleased he was with her answer. He let her walk him into his bedroom, his gaze locked on her bared breasts. Typical lust-filled man. She stopped when they were at the foot of the bed and let go of him, gathering the skirt of her dress in her hands so she could yank it over her head and toss it onto the floor.
Revealing she wore nothing at all beneath the sunny-colored dress.
His eyes widened as he drank her in, his lips parting on a faint sigh. Slowly he shook his head, his gaze gleaming with approval. “Is this what you wanted to show me?”
The sound of his hoarse voice sent a flash of satisfaction through her. She loved that she could affect him so. “I’m only part of the equation.”
“I’m really hoping I’m the other part,” he said eagerly.
She laughed and approached him, wrapping her body around his, clinging as if she’d never let him go. He grabbed hold of her hips, his fingers pressing into her skin, holding her flush to him. “You’re definitely the other part,” she whispered against his mouth before she kissed him.
The kiss turned instantly deep, hot. Wet and wild within seconds. She whimpered when his grip tightened on her hips, exhaled in relief when he tossed her onto the bed as if she didn’t weigh a thing. He took complete and total control, tearing his clothes off with ruthless efficiency before joining her on the bed. Covering her completely with his body, his erection nudged against her stomach, the tip of it damp, leaving sticky residue on her belly.
She reached for him, wrapped her fingers around his length and stroked the flared head with her thumb. He groaned and took her mouth again, the kiss brutal. Beautiful.
“I want to wait,” he panted in her ear when they broke apart. “I want to make it good for you. But I never can.”
His eagerness, his loss of complete control thrilled her. She’d rather have him in the throes of passion, unable to hold back versus calm and calculated. The out-of-control Rhett seemed more real, rawer.
“You always make it good,” she whispered. “I need you inside me, Rhett. Please.”
Groaning, he reared up on his knees, reached toward the bedside table where a lone condom lay in wait. She’d not seen it, watched in silent fascination as he tore open the wrapper. Slipping the condom on over his engorged cock, he stroked himself. Once. Twice, as he was prone to do.
It drove her wild. What would it be like, watching him bring himself to climax? It might teach her a lesson or two. Show her exactly how he liked to be handled…
“God, the way you’re looking at me.” He sprawled on top of her, propping himself on his elbows so he could stare into her eyes. “I’m almost afraid to ask what you were thinking.”
Smiling, she slipped her arms around his neck and clasped the back of his head, bringing him closer. “Don’t be afraid. I’m thinking all good things.” She kissed him, briefly. Sweetly. “Wicked, naughty things.”
“Hmm, sounds promising.” His kisses were definitely promising. So full of passion, caring, tenderness, yet edged with scorching heat. He cupped her breasts, tore away from her mouth so he could press kisses to her flesh, draw his tongue around her nipples. She held him close, wanting more, wanting all of him.
“Rhett.” She whimpered his name when he bit her nipple, just hard enough to send pleasurable pain shooting through her. He continued his attention on her breasts and she soon grew restless, bucking her hips, sliding her legs against his. She wanted him inside her. Wanted him to fill her completely, pound deep, wanted to hear his murmur of pleasure just before he came…
Grabbing her by the back of the knee, he pulled her leg up, hooking it around his hip. Opening her to him, she could feel how wet she was, how much she was ready for him. His cock brushed against her entry and she strained her hips, wanting him inside her. Filling her…
“Jesus, you drive me insane,” he whispered as he moved up so they were facing each other, chest to chest. He wound her hair around his fist, tugging gently so her head tilted back. She parted her lips, sighing when he traced first her bottom lip, then the top with his tongue. All the while his other hand pulled her hair tighter, and she exhaled in a hiss when he took her mouth, took her very breath.
Letting go of her, he reared up on his knees, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her in. Slowly, he en