Page 57 of Unravel Me

But he does, grabbing the egg as I leap over Mabel, running out the backdoor of the house with Rhett chasing me.

“Sweetie pie, you forgot the eggs!” he yells, and I laugh so hard, I nearly trip, running through the grassy backyard. Mabel bounds out after us, galloping with a toy in her mouth like it’s some kind of new game. I circle the garage, pausing to catch my breath, but Rhett rounds the corner, and we stare in a standoff, the egg still in his grip.

“Truce?” I ask, breathily, my hands on my hips and Rhett nods.

“Truce,” he replies, relaxing his shoulder. I take my chance, snatching the egg from his palm and smashing it on his chest. A wild look crosses his blue eyes and as I turn, he grabs my apron strings, pulling me into him. Egg smears all over the front of me, too.

“You’re awful!” I holler, joking as I laugh from the depths of my core.

He shook his head, feigning disappointment. “And now look at us.” He clucks his tongue.

“I guess you’re going to have to help clean me up…” I bite my lip seductively, knowing what it does to him and watch Rhett’s eyes grow wide in response.

I didn’t have a chance to finish my sentence before Rhett bent down, threw me over his shoulder and hauled me into the house like he was running for a Super Bowl touchdown.

Chapter thirty-two

Rhett

Audrey’s gaze meets mine in the mirror above the bathroom sink, her pink lips breaking into a smile as her laughter fills the small space, prompting me to join in as I take in the mess we made.

“Here, let me help you.” She reaches for the towel, carefully dampening it in the sink under the running hot water. I watch as she grows quiet, turning to face me. I tower above her, so she nudges me to sit on the lip of the clawfoot tub. Audrey gently wipes the icing off my shoulders and face, her eyes tracing my features.

“You’re going to have to wash this out in the shower. I’m sorry.” Her fingertips trail from my hair to my neck, sending chills through me.

She doesn’t know how a simple touch sends me into overdrive, unable to think about anything but her skin touching mine.

I slowly lean back, reaching into the antique clawfoot tub, twisting the handle, letting the water get warm. Audrey stays rooted between my legs, clutching the towel in her hands, watching me intently.

Without speaking, I gently remove the towel from her hands and bring it to her cheeks.

“Thank you,” she whispers, filling the space between us, thick with tension.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” I reply, and she nods, eyes shuddering as I stand in this tiny bathroom.

Kissing Audrey is the drug I never knew I craved.

Her palms find the hem of my shirt, nudging it up, so I take the reins; pulling it over my head, letting it fall on the floor at our feet. My heart is barely contained under the bones in my chest. But I'm beginning to wonder if it doesn’t belong there anyway.

Because maybe it was always meant to be Audrey’s.

Her eager fingers pull at my jeans, trying to undo them quickly while our lips stay locked together, but I smile against her and shake my head.

“Not so fast. I want to take my time with you.”

My cock swells against my denim as her pupils dilate with anticipation, but I’d keep my word. It was time to show her just how good she deserved to be treated.

Switching spots, I set her on the edge of the tub and kneel before her. Bringing my mouth back to her tender neck, I unbutton her shirt, letting it fall off her shoulders as she exhales sharply, her skin exposed to the hot steamy air around us.

Her chest rises and falls with labored breaths, and I grip her waist, keeping her steady on the tub. I would never let her go, never let her fall.

Audrey was mine, all mine, and I needed her to know how seriously I took that.

With parted lips, I use my teeth to free her breasts from the lacy lavender bra she wore, drawing her nipple into my mouth as she rolled her head back, digging her fingers into my shoulders. I licked and sucked, getting high off hearing her tiny moans and exhales. High off the sweet smell of her, the need in me growing with each passing second.

As steam rose from the shower behind her, I pulled back, unclasping her bra, and hooking my fingers into her shorts.

I knew my palms were rough, my fingers calloused from working with my hands every day. Opposite of her velvet soft skin, unmarred, but she never complained. Her waist was made for my grip, and her thighs divided like they knew what was coming next.