Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
I suck in a deep breath and try to give myself another pep talk. I can do this. He saw part of my body last night, and he seemed fine with it. I might as well show it all to him. As far as pep talks go, this one is pretty weak, but I take heart and put myself into action. I reach for the hem of my T-shirt and raise it a little. When I get to my midriff, I pause. “You sure about this?”
His hands are fisted at his sides, and he’s completely focused on me. “Yes, I’m more than sure.”
I nod, take a deep breath, and let it out before pulling the shirt up my body and dropping it to the floor. His eyes widen as his gaze travels down my body. He doesn’t even try to hide his appreciation. He’s openly staring at me as if he’s trying to commit it all to memory. The glazed look in his eyes pushes me on, and I reach behind me to unhook my bra. I let the straps fall off my shoulders, and with a strangled breath, I pull the bra from my breasts and let it fall to where my shirt is lying.
He sucks in a breath. “Fuck me.”
He moves toward me and then stops. “I need to touch you.”
The way he says it, I know it’s true. I just smile at him and grab the button of my jeans. As I undo them and pull them down my hips, Rhett’s eyes watch my every move. I step out of them before putting my fingers in each side of my panties at my hips. I make quick work out of pulling them down my hips and stepping out of them before walking into the shower. “Come here.”
Rhett pulls me out of the shower, and he holds me to him with my ass cupped in his hands. I rest my chin on his chest. “I thought we were showering.”
He reaches behind me and turns the shower on. “Oh, we’re showering, but I need to heat the water up first.”
I put my hands to his waist. “You’re a little overdressed for a shower, aren’t you?”
He grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head. Then his hands find their way back to my ass. He squeezes me, and I lean my lower body against him. I knew that Rhett was built. I’ve seen him without a shirt before, but it’s different when I can feel the hardness of his chest under my hands. I run my fingers across his shoulders, over his nipples and down the hard plane of his stomach. When I get to his jeans, I mutter, “Still too many clothes.”
He tilts his head to the side. “Well, you going to do something about it?”
I raise my eyebrows and grab the button of his jeans. I undo it, pull the zipper down over the bulge in his jeans, and then have to put in a little effort to get them down his thighs and legs. He steps out of them, and I can’t drag my eyes off the tent his manhood has made in his underwear. He threads his hands through my hair and gives the strands a little tug. “You done?”
My mouth is watering. I trace my finger down his happy trail and run my hand along the hem of his underwear. “I’m not even close to being done. I don’t know if I’ll ever be.”
I stop and realize what I just said. This is supposed to be one night, and the last thing I want to do is freak him out, like I’m expecting more from him. I start to backtrack “I mean—”
He tugs on my hair. “I know what you meant.”
He pulls his underwear down and then steps with me into the shower. His body is pressed against me, and I tremble even though the water is warm. He cups my face. “You okay?”
I nod. “I’m good.”
CHAPTER 8
RHETT
This was a bad idea.
Yes, showering with Maddie is one of the things I’ve dreamed about but never thought I would experience. Of course I want to pack everything into one night, but this was a bad idea. I’m already so hard I could explode. There’s no way I can handle her touching me right now.
She moves closer to me, and I grab her wrists and hold them away from me. She freezes, and I see the exact moment when she understands why I’m holding her away from me, but I still grit out my reasoning. “I’ll literally blow if you touch me right now.”
She smirks. “Isn’t that the point?”
I stiffly shake my head. “No, it’s not.”
Her eyes are wide, and she looks at me with innocence. “Really? You don’t want to come right now?”