Page 71 of Vicious Deception
“It’s not.” I pull her down until she’s straddling me. The towel slips, revealing her thighs, and the top loosens some, too. “It’s anything but that. I would’ve done the same.”
Sighing, she rests her forehead against mine. Her fingers run along my shoulders and down my arms. Her touch is something I’ll savor a little more now.
“I like it,” I tell her, “and I’m glad you got it.”
With a small smile, she fits her mouth to mine. Sadness still lingers in her eyes, sadness I know only time will erase.
I pull her into me and deepen the kiss. We’re free now, and nothing is getting in between us again, but I want to ease her pain. I want her happy and smiling. I want her eyes sparkling with joy. I want her laughing.
Just say it. It’ll give her something good to focus on.
I pull away. “Sweetheart. I . . .”
She waits, searching my face, her head slightly tilted.
My heart is racing, and my hands tighten on her hips. She needs this. Webothneed this. Not just so she hears me say the words, but so I can prove to myself that Richard isn’t controlling my life anymore.
“I promise I know,” she tells me softly, “but if you need a way to tell me . . . then show me.”
“Show you?”
She nods, leaning in close enough that our lips are just barely brushing. “Show me I’m yours.”
My fingers trail over her upper thigh. The heart I carved there has healed, just as it should’ve. It was as shallow of a cut as I could manage. I wasn’t about to leave a scar on her without discussing it more deeply beforehand. I’ve only ever done that with Oliver, and it was years into our relationship before I did.
“And show me you’re mine,” Wren whispers.
“Always,” I murmur. Pressing my lips to hers, I just barely slip my hands underneath her towel. Her skin is so soft, her moans so sweet. Few things compare to the bliss of having her under my hands.
Wren pushes the towel to the floor, leaving her completely exposed to me. Instantly, I lean her backward, keeping one hand between her shoulder blades so she doesn’t fall. I lean down, sucking on one of her nipples and flicking it with my tongue.
“Rhett,” she gasps. “Oh, fuck.”
I move to her other breast, groaning when she grinds against my hardening cock. This wasn’t how I was planning on spending the little time we have together, but maybe it’s what we need—to feel close when words are just out of my reach.
I’m almost there, sweetheart. I promise.
Scooping Wren into my arms, I stand and throw her onto the bed. I’m on her in seconds, kissing her and sliding my tongue into her mouth. She locks her ankles behind my back and pulls my body flush against hers.
I’m not as rough as I usually am with her. This time, I won’t deprive her. Won’t degrade her. This is different.
“Wren,” I breathe when I pull away.
Our eyes lock for a brief moment before I dip my head down and kiss her neck. She arches into me, giving me better access, and I lightly suck on the skin at the base of her throat. It’s not hard enough to bruise, but it makes her moan.
“Mine.” I kiss her collarbone. “Mine.” In between her breasts. “Mine.” Her stomach. There’s a pause as I push her legs apart and glance up to find her watching me with parted lips.“Mine.”
When I spread her arousal to her clit with my tongue, she moans, and when I suck on it, she gasps. She knows she has to be quiet, and I know she’s capable of it.
“Rhett,” she whispers, grabbing onto my hair. She tugs hard and rolls her hips.
Fuck yes.I wrap my arms around her thighs to keep her against me and circle her clit with my tongue. God, I want to bury myself as deep inside her as I can, but I want to make sure she’s ready first.
The harder she pulls on my hair, the harder I suck on her clit. I fall right into what she likes. We don’t have to rush, but we don’t have an abundance of time, either.
As she gets more worked up, she starts moving against my face. Both her hands are clamped over her mouth now so she can try to keep her moans as contained as possible. Pride swirls through me. Even if we have to be quiet, I love that she’s struggling to keep it down.
The only warning I get that she’s coming is when she grabs a pillow and screams into it. Her back arches, and she bucks against my face. Her cries turn into whimpers as I lightly lick her clit. By the time she’s propping herself up on her elbows, she’s shaking and warm to the touch.