Crazy Sexy Love (Dirty Dicks 1)

. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I’ve seen every inch of you, remember?”

Her cheeks turn the prettiest shade of pink. “It’s been a long time. My body has changed.”

“Hasn’t been that long, and trust me, your body is perfect.”

With a flick of the front clasp, her bra opens, her beautiful breasts spilling out. She shrugs out of it, and I lower my body to hers, scarcely able to believe this is happening.

Monroe

“Rhett,” I breathe, my eyes rolling back in my head as his lips wrap around my nipple. His hand finds my other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers while his other hand slips between my folds.

Oh, God. I’ve been touched by men over the years—a few guys here and there who weren’t significant enough to tell anyone about—but no relationships or sex, because no one has been able to light my body on fire the way Rhett does. His fingers work with a practiced skill—coaxing me toward bliss.

I’ve wondered several times over the last six years whether—should this ever happen—things would be as easy and good between us as they once were. Now I have my answer.

It’s better.

So much better.

We move together like skilled dancers, never missing a step.

His tongue is relentless, swirling and suckling first one breast and then then other, not stopping until they’re swollen and heavy. I close my eyes, only to have them to fly back open a second later when his mouth locks onto my clit.

Unable to do anything but watch, I prop myself up on an elbow and look down. Rhett’s broad shoulders look even bigger between my thighs, and his tanned skin is a stark contrast to my pasty white, but we look good together. Like two pieces of a puzzle that fit in the most glorious of ways.

Threading my fingers through his soft hair, I grip it tight. Lifting my hips, I hold his face while I grind against him.

“Oh, Rhett,” I moan, feeling his tongue dip inside of me before pulling out and swirling around my swollen clit. “That feels so good.”

He runs a finger down my slit, slipping it inside while his lips continue to move. My legs start to quiver, a slow burn igniting deep in my gut. Rhett must notice the shift in my body because a moan rumbles from his chest, the vibrations hitting me in all the right spots. With his face between my legs, I toss my head back against the pillow and let go. My body flies apart. A kaleidoscope of colors bursts behind my eyelids, and I tighten my knees around his head, my hips bucking against his face.

He rides the wave with me, only pulling back when I’m limp beneath him.

“I think you broke me.”

He grins, kissing my inner thigh and slowly making his way back up my body.

Sitting on his haunches, Rhett works his cock from base to tip. His hooded eyes smolder as he looks down at me.

“Are you on birth control?”

I bite my lower lip and shake my head.

“That’s okay.” Leaning across the bed, he grabs a condom from his wallet and slides it over his cock. Then he positions himself at my entrance. “Are you ready?” he asks, rubbing his cock along my slit.

“You cannot even imagine.”

Rhett lowers himself over me, his body pressing me against the mattress. With his hands cradling my face, he pushes inside, inch by inch, until by my body is stretched around him.

He blows out a harsh breath and buries his face in the crook of my neck. “So tight, Mo.”

I shift my hips, easing him out and then back in, and he presses his hips to mine, pinning me against the mattress.

“Give me a second, sweetheart, or I’m going to get off before we even get started.”

I run my fingers along his back from the base of his neck to his ass, exploring the tight ripple of muscles as he holds himself above me. A few seconds pass, and then he rocks his hips. I moan, loving the way our bodies fall into a familiar rhythm.

“Feels so good, Mo.”