Into Your Arms (Squad Stories #1)(45)
"See? Then you have less of a chance of cutting yourself." His voice buzzes in my ear, and I'm having trouble swallowing. My entire body is vibrating like a tuning fork and if I don't get out of here right the fuck now, I'm probably going to melt into a puddle on the floor.
My hand decides to drop the knife, and I press my palms on the counter. Rhett hasn't moved, and he's still sort of breathing in my ear. He's so close that I can feel him surrounding me, and I can't even remember the reasons I'm not supposed to be enjoying this.
Fuck, I want him.
I've been a complete idiot to deny it this long. But standing here with him in his kitchen, I'm just . . .
Fuck.
After one more breath, I slowly rotate within the circle of his arms. I've been touched and held by Rhett more times than I can count, but this is entirely different.
When did he get so tall? He overwhelms me, but not in a bad way. I want him to. I'd like to get lost in him for a while. Just a little while. Would that be so bad?
I almost have to break my neck to meet his eyes. He's staring down at me in a way that turns me on even more. For real, if something doesn't happen ASAP, I'm probably going to die. Is that possible?
A weird little sound escapes my mouth and that's what does it. He dives down, I press up, and somehow we meet in the middle. I have to bend back and his hands come to clasp my face to bring me closer. It's like the first kiss, only so. Much. Better. His face is scratchy, but in a good way. I can only imagine how it would feel on other areas of my body. This time, he doesn't hesitate. Not even a little bit. I would barely call that thing we did that one time a kiss. Because this is just . . . more.
Well, fucking hell. Rhett Miller is good at everything. Including kissing. Things go from tentative and somewhat sweet to hot and demanding in about three seconds. Has he been doing tongue exercises? Because he's also incredible at that. My fingers grip his shirt so hard I'm afraid I'll tear it, but that's sort of low on my list of priorities right now. He moves me around to a clear space of counter and then I'm being lifted, but it's completely different than at practice.
My ass meets the counter, and I wrap my legs around him. He has to bend even more to kiss me, but I don't hear him complaining. My hands are frantic, wanting to touch all of him everywhere at once, as if they never have.
It's exciting, this new kind of touch. Rhett licks the inside of my mouth and breaks the kiss.
"I want you," he says. "If you don't want me, then you need to tell me right now."
I open my mouth and then close it a few times. I can't think of words right now. All I know is that if he doesn't fuck me in the next few minutes, I will not survive.
"Fuck me," I say, at last. There. That's good enough. Succinct. Get's the point across.
He licks his lips and closes his eyes briefly.
"If you say so." And then I'm being picked up again and carried to his bedroom. I've been in his apartment quite a few times, but this is a place that, until now, has remained a mystery.
I don't exactly get a chance to take a tour before he tosses me on the bed. I flop and almost laugh, but there's really nothing funny about what's happening.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he says, hands braced next to me.
"Shut up and come here," I say, reaching for him. Rhett is gentle, as if he's worried about crushing me. Little does he know I'd be quite pleased to be crushed by him. Totally worth it.
Neither of us is naked, and that is a problem.
"Take your clothes off," I say into his mouth as we kiss.
"Demanding," he says, smiling. I nip at his bottom lip.
"You know it," I say as he sits up and starts to strip his shirt off. I've seen him almost completely naked, but it's like the first time. One of these days, I'm going to get a chance to inspect every inch of his tattoos. Tonight is not that night.
I rake my hands down his skin, and he makes a soft growling noise. His chest is also covered in light hair, and I'm a big fan of that too.
I'm ready to get down to business before I can second guess myself when he reaches down with one and hand and cups my cheek.
"You are so . . . luminous." My breath sticks in my throat, and I am at a loss for words. I'm still turned on as fuck, but there's another feeling racing through my body, and I need to shut it down and focus on the lust. The lust I can handle. The way he's looking at me and the way I feel when he calls me "luminous" I can't.
"Take your pants off," I say and for a second his face falls a little. As if he's disappointed that I'm not all melty and swept off my feet by what he said. I don't want to be swept. I just want to be fucked.
I reach for his jeans and he gets the idea. Once they're off, he rolls onto his back and I straddle him so I can take off my shirt. He's looking at me in that way again, and I almost want to call this off.