Page 60 of Rhett Redeemed

“I also put more money in your account, so I was thinking you could go and have a spa day or something. I don’t know, treat yourself.”

She stills. I know she doesn’t like me giving her money, but I want her to get used to me taking care of her. She can do with it as she likes, there is no catch to it; I just want to make sure she has what she needs.

“You know you don’t need to do that, Rhett. I don’t expect—”

“I know you don’t, Con. But I want to.”

“I still haven’t spent the last amount you put into my account,” she admits, pushing the door open.

I reach out and hold it for her. “You can do whatever you want with it, but it’s there for you.”

“Thank you, Rhett. I don’t want you to think that I don’t appreciate you, but really, you don’t need to do any of that,” she says.

We both step inside and I place the food on the counter while she puts the flowers in a vase, and then comes up to me. I wrap her in my arms and kiss the top of her head, her vanilla scent driving me crazy.

Cupping her cheek with my palm, I scan her eyes, and then lower my gaze to her lips. I want to kiss her. I don’t know if she’s ready for that, but when her brown eyes also drop, I take the chance and press my lips against hers.

All this time we have been acting like friends, and I’ve hated it, but it was better than losing her.

But all of that waiting was well worth it, and kissing her feels like home.

I lift her up in my arms and sit her back on the kitchen counter. “I want you,” I whisper against her lips.

“Me too,” she replies, looking into my eyes.

And then my lips are back on hers, and I carry her into her bedroom.

I need to make up for lost time tonight, and I want to take my fucking time.

She moves to straddle me and I know she can feel how hard I am underneath her.

This has been a long time coming.

I lift off her dress and it falls to the floor, exposing her bare breasts to me. They’ve grown since I last had her like this, and I can’t stop looking. “I’ve missed you,” I tell her.

“Me too,” she replies, grinding down on my cock. “So much.”

I let her ride me for a little while but then take over, throwing her back on the bed, taking off her silky panties and spreading her thighs.

“Been wanting this for so long,” I murmur, then lower my face to her pussy and start to taste her, licking her clit and driving her insane. She arches her back and lifts her thighs to my mouth, her lips falling apart as little moans escape her.

“Rhett,” she whispers, and I can feel her climax building.

I hear her plea and suck on her clit, and the next moment she’s moaning and calling out my name. The second I’m done, she sits up and pulls off the rest of my clothes, and then lays me back and starts to ride me again, sliding my cock into her wet pussy and moving up and down while staring into my eyes. My lips are still wet from her as she leans down and kisses me, continuing the motion with her hips. I’ve soon had enough of her teasing, and flip her onto her back.

We both finish together, looking into each other’s eyes and wondering why the hell we ever bothered trying to stay apart.

This is where I’m meant to be.

I don’t tell her I love her with words, but I kiss her sweetly afterward.

And I hope she can feel it.

“You know that I’ve got you covered for everything, right? I mean, you don’t have to work or worry about money anymore. You can sell your house and take that money, but I know you have sentimental attachment to it, so I could pay it off for you and do it up, whatever you want. But I’d like you to move and stay with me in the clubhouse.”

Probably not the best pillow talk, but it’s a conversation I’ve been meaning to have with her.

Her eyes open. “You want me to move to the clubhouse?”