Page 15 of Wicked Truths
I want Rhett more than I want to admit right now. More than I deserve to want him. I squeeze my thighs together, needing to feel the friction on my aching clit.
The pressure feels so incredible that I let out a soft moan.
It might as well have been a scream that came from my throat because the soft sound echoes throughout his quiet apartment, like I have a microphone in front of my face.
Rhett drops the pot of water on the stove, spins around, and stares at me with hungry eyes. My pussy clenches with need as his eyes darken and fill with lust.
His gaze travels down my body like he’s trying to devour me in his mind.
He’s never looked at me in this way. So hungry, like a predator watching his prey.
I fan my face dramatically while chuckling. “I think I’m going to go outside and get some fresh air. I need to learn my way around the building, anyway. It will give me a chance to check out the pool and gym without it being crowded while dinner cooks.”
The corner of his lips curl up into a smirk, and I clamp my mouth closed to stop my rambling. I spin around and head to his front door, feeling embarrassed.
As I twist the door handle and begin to open the door, Rhett comes up behind me and slams it shut, pressing my body against the cool metal door.
His firm body presses harder into mine, fitting together like a perfectly placed puzzle piece.
“You’re not leaving, Francesca. Not for a long while. We still have a lot to talk about after dinner.”
I gulp and shake my head.
His hips push into mine, nestling his growing erection between my cheeks. “You’re not leaving until tomorrow morning, even if I have to sleep against this door. I’ve waited two years to see you and talk to you. You’re not getting off that easily.”
At the mention of getting off, I let out a soft whimper. My entire body is humming like a live wire, just waiting for the right touch.
He leans his head closer to mine and whispers in my ear.
“Don’t think I haven’t seen the way you’ve been looking at me since I’ve picked you up from the airport, Chessie. I’ve seen the way your face blushes when you undress me with your eyes. I’ve seen the way your eyes light up every time I glance your way.”
His voice is gruff and sends shivers down my spine. He’s telling the truth, though. I have been checking him out the same way he’s been checking me out.
His hand snakes up my side, stopping to rest on my ribcage. “All you have to do is ask me, baby girl, and I’m yours. For the night, the week, the month. However long you need me, I’m yours. I want to be yours and only yours.”
Fuck me.
Unable to speak, I nod, hoping to relay how much I want him right now.
“Say it.” He demands.
I spin around and look into his heated gaze.
“God, I know I don’t deserve to ask this aftereverything I’ve put you through, but fuck me. Please. I need you.”
A deep primal growl rips through him as he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
“It won’t be gentle and easy, so if that’s what you’re looking for, tell me now so we can both walk away.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want or need it to be gentle and easy. I’ve never needed it to be that way.”
I’m grateful for not having to tell him that to his face.
Our sex life might have been great, but it wasn’t explosive. Sure, it was filled with love and longing, but it wasn’t ever passionate and hurried because we couldn’t get enough of one another.
He doesn’t speak as he carries me through his bedroom door.
It’s pitch black in here, and with me hanging upside down over his shoulder, I can’t see anything.