Disappointment crept in and she tried to push it away. Her chance at another orgasm was practically nil. Not that she doubted Rhett’s skill—the man was amazing, she’d never come so fast in her life—it was she who had the problem. The defect, if she wanted to get extreme.
Frowning, she opened her eyes in time to see him approach the bed completely naked. Arousal swept over her, swift and hot, and she sat up, propping herself against the thick pillows.
He slipped onto the bed beside her and slung his arm around her waist, cupping her side with his big hand. She turned her head, facing him, and stared into his dark blue eyes.
“Hey.” He smiled, looking rather pleased with himself. “Did you enjoy that?”
Her cheeks heated and she silently cursed her annoying ability to blush so easily. “Maybe.”
Chuckling, he drew a finger across her chin. “Please, stop with all the gushing compliments.”
“But what about you?” She rested her hands on his chest, let them drift down. His abs were rock-hard, his stomach muscles flinching beneath her touch. Oh, she could touch him forever, he felt so good.
“Don’t think you’re off the hook. We’re not finished yet.” He tipped her chin up with his fingers, brushing his mouth against hers in a soft, damp kiss. “I grabbed a condom.”
“Oh.” The word was small and hollow with disappointment.
Frowning, he studied her. “What’s wrong?”
She shrugged. “I’m a one-shot type of girl.”
His frown deepened. “What are you talking about?”
“Oh my God.” She blew out a harsh breath, deciding to just go for it. “I already came, so I’m done for the night. I mean, of course I want to have sex with you, but don’t waste your time trying to give me another orgasm. It’s over for me.”
He laughed and shook his head. “You have very little faith in me, don’t you?”
“What do you mean?”
“First of all, it sounds like you’ve been with the wrong men.” Sobering, he pulled her beneath him, their bodies pressed against each other, his erection nudging against her sex. He was large and thick, the feel of him sending pulses of excitement through her veins. “What man wants to get his woman off once for the night and be done with it? I’ve always been jealous of the multi-orgasmic ability females have anyway. It’s going to become a challenge, you know, seeing how many times I can make you come.”
“I can’t believe we’re having this conversation. Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?”
“Mmm, nope.” He kissed her. Their tongues danced while he smoothed his hands all over her, positioning her. “I’ve been accused of being a smooth talker and a bullshitter, though,” he admitted once he broke the kiss.
She laughed, wrapping her arms around him so she could pull him close. “I’m sure that’s a fairly accurate description.”
He pulled away so he could meet her gaze, his eyes dark, his expression serious, mouth tight. “Not when it comes to you. I want you to know that, Gabriella. I’m not bullshitting you or trying to smooth talk you into bed.”
“I’m already here,” she said with a smirk. She liked that she felt comfortable enough with Rhett. That they could tease and laugh and she didn’t feel self-conscious the entire time. It was…nice.
And unusual. She barely knew him. The first time they fooled around and already she was thinking like this could turn into a thing. It so couldn’t. It had temporary island fling written all over it.
“You know I’m not feeding you a line, don’t you? We hardly know each other, but I’m being honest here. Laying it all out on the line.” He looked rather uncomfortable that he just made that statement.
Reaching for him, she wound herself around his firm body, smoothed her hands down his back. “I appreciate your honesty, Rhett. Really I do.”
He kissed her. “But?”
“But we need to stop talking and start doing.” She rested her lips against his ear, lowered her voice to a whisper. “I want you. Inside me.”
“Mmm, that’s a wicked request, Miss Durand. From what I understand, not your usual style, either.”
“You make me think outside the box,” she said.
“I should be concentrating on getting inside your box.” He waggled his eyebrows, and she couldn’t help but burst out laughing. She couldn’t remember ever laughing, smiling or talking so much during sex.
He blazed a hot trail of kisses down her neck and her laughter slowly died. She felt his erection, hard and hot, resting against her thigh and she reached for him, trailing her fingers across the tip. It was damp, jerked against her touch, and a secret smile curved her