“Maybe.”
He reached out a hand like he was offering to seat me for dinner, but that wasn’t his purpose at all.“Showme.”
My heart thundered in my chest.“What doyoumean?”
Rhett stepped forward, reached for my hand, and wrapped my fingers around his wrist.“I want you toshowme.”
My thighs clenched when I put together exactly what he meant.He wanted me to put his hand ...oh sweetJesus.
With my fingers trembling, I directed his hand under my dress and up between my legs.I sucked in a breath when the pads of his wide fingers skimmed my leg and then ghosted overmylips.
“Spread yourlegs,Red.”
My teeth caught my bottom lip as I scooted my feet further apart, making room forhishand.
Rhett kept his fingers completely motionless as his skin slid through my wetness.His nostrils flared, and my hips pushed forward almost of their own accord.Back and forth, I dragged his hand through my heat, touching lightly enough to drive us bothcrazy.
“Touch me.Please.I can’ttakeit.”
Something lit his gaze, and I didn’t care what it was, but Rhett’s fingers curled upward and one plunged inside me.I released a broken moan at the same time his groan echoed throughtheroom.
With the look of a starving man on his face, Rhett pulled his hand away from my grip and brought his finger to his mouth and sucked itclean.
“Delicious.”
50
Ariel
Dinner wascold by the time we got around to eating it, but neither of us cared.Once we were finished, Rhett stood and looked at the rectangular pool beside us, and then out the windows at the massive outdoor pool with waterfalls, fountains, and the rock grotto with its lazy river that wentthroughit.
He looked at me, and then back out the window before stripping off his shirt and tossing it on thechair.
“What exactly are youdoing?”
“What does it look like?”He reached for the top button of hisjeans.
“Oh my God, you want to skinny-dipinhere?”
Rhett shook his head.“Outthere.”
My gaze snapped to the pool outside, lit by only a few romantic underwater lights.It looked completely different than it had yesterday, when I’d been frozen in terror on a lounger.And with Rhett there ...he would never let anything happentome.
There was also one other consideration.“What aboutsecurity?”
“You afraid to getcaught?”
I probably shouldn’t admit that a wave of heat slammed between my legs, but I didn’t know whether that was due to the idea of getting caught or because of Rhett dropping his jeans and the decadent bulge fighting against his boxerbriefs.
I needed that in mymouth.
“You’re not the rule-follower here, Ari.We bothknowthat.”
He was right.I was therules are flexible, so just bend them to fit yourpurposegirl.
I reached for the hem of my dress, my thighs squeezing together.I had nothing on under it.Not a singlestitch.
“What happened to thefollow the rulesguy you’vealwaysbeen?”