My clit throbs at the mere thought.What’s wrong with me?I don’t do things like this.Hell, I’m a virgin.This moment here is the closest I’ve been to any man in ages. Even Nathan wouldn’t get this close to me. He always said,‘if I wasn’t going to give it up, what’s the point of kissing?’
He probably just didn’t like kissing me. Maybe no one will. Maybe I’m a bad kisser. Maybe I need this moment with Rhett to prove to myself that I’m beautiful, wanted, and desired. It’s that or I’m a horny little train wreck, desperate for touch. Either way, I arch into Rhett’s massive frame and moan.
Yes, I moan!
“Oh,” he growls low against the lobe of my ear, spreading wet, hot heat everywhere, “my baby girl likes it when I take control.”
‘My.’
Mybaby girl. Why do I like that so much? Why do I want to hear it on repeat for the rest of eternity? Why do I like that he’s possessive over me?
I hum out some sort of instinctual approval, and the giant growls again, this time bending in toward my lips until his beard is brushing against my mouth ever so slightly.
My ring just came off my finger. What am I doing?
“You're nervous.” His voice is deep, rumbling, graveled. “Your pulse is racing.”
I swallow hard and release an uneven breath as need vibrates through me. I must nod somewhere in there too becausehe responds like I’ve answered him, though I don’t remember saying a thing.
He brushes the rough pad of his finger down over my cheek. “No need to be nervous, baby girl. I’ll only touch what you let me.” His cock juts forward as he speaks, poking my stomach.
If it’s up to me, we have a huge problem because I want him to touch me everywhere. I want him to order me to open my thighs so I can feel his thick cock spread me wide, fill me up, make me come.
I’ve never felt this way in all my life. Not once. I didn’t even know this kind of need existed.
“Touch me,” I whisper nearly inaudibly as I squirm between the back wall and his massive frame. My breasts against his chest. My knee lifting up around his hip. My hands tucked beneath his T-shirt, sliding across his abs.
My permission turns his eyes to a wild state that I haven’t seen in him yet. He growls low and leans in. All at once, his massive, strong, warm, rough hands are all over me. “Are you wet for Daddy?”
My pussy twitches and I hate myself for it, while simultaneously loving it at the same time.Who am I?
“Answer me, baby girl.” His hand draws down my belly, beneath the remnants of my bridal garb, and onto the fancy lace panties I’d bought for my wedding night.
What am I doing?
I swallow hard and stare up at him like I’m outside of my own body, like I’m a girl lying in bed reading a book about a heroine who’s lost her mind. It’s actually one of my favorite pastimes. Romance novels with cheesy plot lines and way too much sex. “Yes, I’m wet for you.”
“Good girl,” he growls, sliding his hand against the outside of the fabric. “You’re not wet, baby girl… you’re soaked. You’re a sopping little mess for me, aren’t you?”
My heart is going to beat straight out of my chest.
I nod slowly, nervously, shyly as I exhale and try to gather some sense of composure, though as he kneads his thick palm against my crease, it’s clear that I’m a lost cause. This is happening. There’s no way I’m leaving this room with my virginity.
“You like that, don’t you? The pressure makes my baby squirm. Tell Daddy what to do next.”
Oh my God!
My eyes squeeze shut as he massages my soaking pussy, my nipples hard and beaded against his chest. Cleary, I want this man to do all kinds of things to me. My body is screaming for it, but I can’t tell him that. I’m too shy.
Heck, I barely like ordering for myself at the drive-thru window and usually opt for mobile orders instead. How am I supposed to tell this big, gorgeous man that I’d like him inside of me?
“Come on now.” He grips my chin with his free hand and brushes his lips against mine. “Why don’t you give Daddy a little kiss first? It’ll calm you down.”
I’m not sure that’s true, but I go with the flow and close my eyes as his heavy palm grinds against my throbbing pussy and his mouth touches mine. The scent of him surrounds me, pine and something else woody that I can’t define. It’s masculine and strong like he has everything under control, like he can see what’s coming next and he’s already got it handled.
His beard scratches against my cheeks as he sucks my top lip, then the bottom, his tongue reaching for mine as his hand wanders toward the back of my bodysuit, loosening every string until I’m breathing freely again.
I knew it was tight, but I didn’t realize it was that tight.