After a cool down moment, my body heats again for him so easily. Like I have a switch, and he’s the only one who knows where it’s located.
We exchange no more words as he gently lies me back down, keeping our bodies close as he does, kissing me as we go, dragging his mouth—his beard—until I’m a squirming, whimpering mess beneath him. His face hovers over mine, his elbows drop onto the bed beside my head, and he stares into my eyes.
Always staring. Like if he blinks, I might disappear.
The pad of his thumb swipes across my temple reverently, brushing a wispy lock of hair from my cheek. The blunt end of his cock nudges my thigh as we bask in this moment. This anticipation. Because suddenly, this night feels different.
“I’ve never wanted someone so badly in my life,” I confess to him. His responding smile is soft, one I’m not sure I’ve ever seen on him.
His thumb still strokes at my temple with heart-aching gentleness as he slides himself into me. We sigh in unison, and then he says, “Me neither, Princess. Me neither.”
We kiss, we touch, he rocks into me, he fucks me until I shake beneath him. On every surface we can find. He spends the entire night proving just how badly he wants me, pulling me apart at every seam, watching me crumble for him over and over again.
I think he crumbles a bit for me too though.
When we’re both boneless and exhausted, he pulls me into the cradle of his body and holds me like he’ll never let go.
And when he feels how cold my feet are, he tangles his warm legs against them.
23
Rhett
Kip: Is everything okay? Neither of you have answered my texts about your meeting with the Ariat guys.
Rhett: Yes, Daddy. Everything is fine. Some of us sleep at night.
Kip: I was worried she might have killed you. Just looking out for you, son.
Rhett: She almost did.
I sleep more comfortably than I have in, well, ever. Summer fits against me like she was made for me. I don’t even mind her cold-ass feet.
I wake up to pull her closer, or to thumb a piece of her silky hair, or to brush a featherlight kiss against those puffy lips. But it never really feels like waking up, just an extension of my blissful comfort. We smell like soap and minty toothpaste, because truthfully, we haven’t been asleep for that long.
It’s the sensation of being watched that finally draws my eyes open in the already light room. Summer is wedged under my arm, hair a tangled mess, lips all swollen and pink, bare face sprinkled with freckles like sugar on top of a cupcake.
When I meet her gaze, she doesn’t look away.
“Is this when you kill me in my sleep? You mentioned that at one point.” My morning voice is raspy, and so is her soft chuckle as I squeeze her tighter. “You’ve been playing the long game this entire time, haven’t you? You didn’t have a teenaged crush on me at all. You’ve been plotting my murder for over a decade.”
She nuzzles her face into my chest. “Shut up.”
Her eyelashes sweep against my skin as her fingers swirl in my chest hair.
“Are you hiding from me, Summer?” I fist her hair and give it a tug, forcing her chin up.
“I’m just working things out in my head.”
Yeah, well, I can’t say I didn’t see this coming. I knew she’d take off in the morning. All the people who I want to stay never do. It’s the ones I can’t get away from fast enough that hang around. The ones who want something from me.
I grunt noncommittally, feeling irrationally attached to Summer after getting naked for one night. Which is brand spanking new for someone who only ever wants one night.
“Don’t grunt at me, Rhett Eaton.”
I sigh and scrub at my face, wanting to fall back into the quiet, happy lull before this conversation started. “What are you working out?”
She peeks up at me. “Well, for starters, how to convince you to go again.”
My brows raise. “Yeah?”
She grins. “Yeah, but look at the time. You need to be at the arena for another interview and a meeting with a sponsor in one hour.”
I roll her on top of me, not caring at all about the fucking time. Especially not when her legs straddle my waist, and she sighs like she knows she belongs there.
“Fuck the meetings.” I grip her waist as she taps at her lip.
The sheet pools around her waist and the sun shines in brightly behind her, highlighting the beard burn across her chest, just above where her pert tits stare back at me.
“I’m also trying to figure out how I’m going to continue sleeping with a client who only has one-night stands.”