When he stops, I’m afraid he’s going to tell me this is a mistake. That we shouldn’t do this.
But then he pinches me playfully. “One sec. Gotta grab some condoms.”
I’m so relieved I almost laugh. I watch him duck into the bathroom. When he returns a minute later, I shove off my bra and wiggle out of my shorts, which leaves me in a sheer pair of panties. “I’m on the pill.” I have a big, stupid smile on my face.
He sits next to me and nods slowly as he looks down. “Maybe that’s something we should talk about before we go any further. Because I don’t want more children.”
That smile freezes as my heart plummets to the ground. He told me that already, but I hoped he’d change his mind if we really became an item. Because I’ve always wanted kids. A big rowdy house of children who can have the happy childhood I never had. “You mean, ever? Or just in the immediate future?”
Leaning forward, he scrubs his face. “The ranch and the boys are about all I can handle. Plus, Amber had a real tough time of it.” I don’t know what that means, and he doesn’t elaborate. “And, well, I’m not all that good at marriage. I’m afraid I’ll stir up another mess. I know that’s not fair to you, but that’s another reason I think you need to wait and see what you want. Most people figure out this shit when they’re dating. Unfortunately, we didn’t have that option.”
If I stay with Rhett, he doesn’t want children with me.
I hate Amber so much. He wanted lots of kids with her. That bitch got everything with him, and she threw it all away.
My throat gets tight, but I breathe through it. Part of me wants to scurry over to the couch and forget we ever did this. Except… I want to know what it’s like to be with Rhett. At least once, I want to scratch that itch.
I force a nonchalance I don’t feel. “You’re right. We’ll just play it by ear for the next few months. No sense in making any big decisions now.”
When he doesn’t say anything, I sit up and slip my arms around him. At first, he doesn’t move. Doesn’t say anything. Then he clears his throat. “I don’t deserve you, Paige. I know that.”
I kiss his shoulder. I’d give him my heart and soul on a platter if he asked for them, but I don’t think he wants them. That’s okay. I haven’t had a lot of love in my life, but I’ll take what he can give for now. “You’re a good man, Rhett. I’ve always known that. And I’m honored to be your wife, even if it’s just for a little while.”
Sliding out of bed, I come to stand in front of his spread legs.
We might only have this summer and fall. We might burn bright and then burn out. We might be happy for now and then go our separate ways.
But I’ll be damned if I don’t make this the hottest sexual experience of his life. I hope I can burn myself into his memory. Into his heart and soul. Into every one of his dreams.
So when we come to an end, because it sounds like we will, he’ll never forget me.
When our eyes connect, I let down my long hair and shake it out before I shimmy out of my underwear. His hands grip my hips. “Christ. You’re incredible.”
“Take off your pajama bottoms.”
He stands, and I move back while he shoves them down and kicks them off. My gaze tracks down his tight abs, catching on his proud erection.
That’s because of me, and damn if it doesn’t make me feel powerful.
Licking my lips, I kneel between his legs and grab his thick length. As his hands tangle in my hair, holding it away from my face, I drag my tongue along his swollen crown.
The groan that rumbles in his chest spurs me on, tightening my nipples as his eyes hood. I stare up at him as I slowly work him over, sucking his cock like it’s the sweetest lollipop I’ve ever tasted. When I take him to the back of my throat, that hand in my hair tightens, and he holds me there.
I know all I have to do is nudge him and he’ll let me go, but I don’t want that. I swallow him, and he lets out another groan. Finally, I come up with a gasp. My eyes tear up and I’m slobbery, but his hot gaze on me spurs me on. I do it again and again until he pulls me off.
“Not this way. Wanna come in your hot little cunt.”
I shiver. I love a dirty-talking Rhett Walker.
With my elbow, I wipe my mouth. He helps me up, and I stand there as he rips open a gold packet and rolls on a condom over his swollen flesh. I expect him to pull me onto his lap.
Instead, he tosses me on the bed, and I land with a laugh. And then his head is between my thighs.
He nibbles my pussy lips before he spreads me apart and takes a long lick up my core, pausing right before he reaches my clit. I push his head down, but he chuckles and licks around the spot where I need him. Then he sinks two thick fingers into me, and I squeal.
His eyes are riveted to where he sinks in and out of me. I can hear my arousal, slick on his hand. After a few moments, this brilliant man curls those fingers and he finally sucks on my clit.
I thrash underneath him. “Yes! There!”
