Rekindle by Morgan Nicole, Murphy Rae Page A

his mouth makes contact with my wet center. My hips fly off of the bed, and immediately his hands are there, holding me in place. He licks and kisses at me like a man starved. I’m writhing from the buildup of pleasure, my body begging for release. When Rhett moves two of his fingers inside me as he continues to suck at my clit, I come undone.
    “Rhett!” His name is a hoarse cry on my lips. He continues to stroke me as I come down from my high. He begins to kiss his way back up my body, and when his eyes meet mine, there is a fire in them that I’ve never seen before.
    “Goddamn perfection,” he grits out as he reaches to undo his pants and take them off. He reaches for a condom and rolls it on. His body is tight with unleashed need, and my hands roam his back and shoulders, making their way to his firm chest and stomach.
    He holds himself above me, bracing on his elbows. I have never seen anything more perfect in all my life. He reaches down to guide himself into me. It’s tight at first, and he eases his way into me little by little, his eyes never leaving mine. With one last thrust, he’s seated fully inside me. My breath leaves my lungs.
    “Jesus,” he pants, his eyes squeezing shut.
    I wait as Rhett tries to compose himself. He’s holding my thigh so tightly against his hip I’m almost positive my skin will be bruised tomorrow. My body is aching with need. I lift my hips against him and he groans. When he opens his eyes and looks down at me, I swear I’m going to lose it right then. Finally, he begins to move, his eyes searching mine. His thrusts are slow and measured. It’s like he’s preserving this moment and doesn’t want to risk leaving anything out.
    I am strung so tight I feel like I could explode at any moment, but I just need…more. I need Rhett completely uninhibited. My hands make their way to the back of his head and pull his mouth to meet my own. I kiss him with all the hunger that I feel, completely unrestrained. His movements become faster as he makes his way down my neck, nipping and sucking against my heated skin. The sound that leaves my lips is all pleasure when he bites at the base of my neck.
     
    My fingernails grip the skin of his shoulder and I swear I hear Rhett growl. His hand leaves my thigh and makes its way to my clit, his thumb circling against me. I’m so close to falling apart. My body is tensing and I’m teetering on the edge of sanity.
    “Come with me, M,” Rhett says against my skin. “I need you to come with me.”
    I respond, but I’m not sure what I say—I am literally that gone at this point. He bends his head again, this time his mouth connecting with my nipple, and he sucks. His moves are feral and uncoordinated, but deep and powerful. With his thumb at my clit, his mouth at my breast and him driving into me, it takes no time. The trifecta has me exploding. My neck arches back and a scream tears through my throat. Rhett slams into me one last time before going still. A sound that is nothing short of a roar escapes him, matching my scream.
    A moment later, he falls on top of me and I gladly take his weight. Our breaths are harsh and rapid, and we have sweat covering our bodies, but never in my life have I felt more wonderful.
    “Holy shit,” we both say at the same time. Rhett pulls his head from the crook of my neck to look at me, humor in his eyes.
    “Glad you feel the same, gorgeous.” He smirks at me and kisses me chastely on the lips. “I’m going to get something to clean us up.”
    “Mmmm” is about the only sound that comes out of my mouth. I watch Rhett as he crawls from the bed and makes his way to the bathroom. I’m floating somewhere between reality and dreamland when he returns with a warm cloth to clean me off. He tosses it to the bathroom when he’s done and climbs under the covers, pulling me close to him.
    My head rests on his chest and my fingers are busy tracing idle patterns on his shoulder.
    “We just had sex,” I blurt