tered her, inch by hard inch, his gaze locked with hers, his hands pressing into her tender flesh. She closed her eyes against the pleasure, moaning when he withdrew and thrust back inside. Again and again, he pumped within her, his pace increasing with every stroke, his hands holding her firm.
She wound her legs around him, sending him deeper. He groaned her name, moving faster and she reveled in it. Reveled in the way he held her possessively, used her so deliciously.
“Open your eyes,” he urged and she did, found him watching her. The primal expression on his face, the smoldering heat in his gaze set her skin aflame, made her belly clench. “God, you’re so beautiful.”
His voice was hoarse, his grip tight, his words said with such sincerity. She arched into him, lifting her lower body, and he held her closer, pummeling inside her body, the both of them breathing so hard she swore they steamed up the room.
She was close. Tingles swept over her skin, scattered within her, and she clamped her legs tighter around his hips. “Oh God.”
“You’re close, aren’t you?” He was so perceptive. Reaching between them, his thumb played with her clit. “Come with me, Ella.”
The orgasm washed over her and she cried out, her entire body trembling from the force of it. She closed her eyes, heard his raspy shout as he spilled within her. He collapsed on top of her seconds later, his body heavy and hot, damp with sweat. She wound her arms around him, skimmed her fingers down the smooth length of his back, stroked over his firm buttocks.
“I’m crushing you,” he murmured into her hair.
She tightened her hold on him when he tried to move. “Stay.”
Chuckling, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You make me sound like a dog.”
“Mmm, never.” She squeezed him close, savoring the feel of him surrounding her. He felt so good, so…right.
And that didn’t scare her. If only she could convince him to feel the same…
“You smell good,” he whispered, his lips lingering on her temple.
“Oh!” Her eyes flew open and she pushed at his shoulders so he would look at her. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. The scent.”
He frowned, his dark brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
Smiling, she reached for his face, cupping his stubble-roughened cheek. “I think the perfume should smell like…this.”
“Like what?”
“Like us.” Lifting up, she pressed a kiss to his plush mouth. “Together, after we’ve made love. The perfume should smell like sex.”
Rhett looked at her like she was crazy. “Are you serious?”
Nodding, she nibbled on her lip. “I think so.” Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
He studied her for a long, silent moment, his gaze assessing, his lips pressed against each other. She let her hand drop, disappointment crashing over her. He hated the idea. Thought it was awful. She’d come up with a few options, but this one was her favorite, her number-one choice.
Maybe she was crazy, but perfume, scent, was sexy. So why not try and capture these moments in a bottle? It might be all she’d have once they returned to New York. Memories and the scent of his skin pressed next to hers.
If he agreed to it, that is…
Chapter Fourteen
Gabriella’s idea wasn’t that farfetched. The perfume industry had been trying to bottle and sell sex for years. Still, Rhett wasn’t quite sure what part of the act Gabriella was referring to. And if he was being honest, he couldn’t quite believe his sweet little perfumer had made such a suggestion.
“You think it’s awful.” She tried to shift away from him, but he pinned her in place. “Let me go.”
“I don’t think it’s awful.” He gentled his grip on her though he refused to move. “I’m just trying to figure out what exactly you want it to smell like.”
Her cheeks colored with embarrassment. Even after all they shared, wrapped around each other completely naked, his cock still inside her for the love of Christ, she still blushed. He found it adorable. “Well…” Her voice trailed off and she clamped her lips shut.
Kissing those tight lips, he rolled off her and went into the bathroom, disposing of the condom. He was damn careful each and every time they had sex. Wasn’t about to become his brothers with an unexpected baby on the way. Not that his niece and nephew weren’t blessings, but…he was a selfish bastard who could barely figure out how to fit a woman into his life, let alone a child.
Rhett walked back into the room to find Ella sitting up in bed, the snow-white sheet bunched around her waist, her breasts on blatant display. Her still-pale skin had a golden glow to it thanks to the constant time they spent in the sun, and despite her heavy use of sunscreen. Her hair was a tumbled mess, her cheeks still flushed, and she had that just-fucked look about her.