Page 78 of Against The Tide

“God, yes, Doc.” I screw my eyes shut as my muscles tense and my toes curl. “I want you so much. So bad. I want you to fuck me.”

“Avery…” The pained groan escapes him as I turn my attention to his shirt, fumbling with every button until his shirt hangs half-open and half-slick to his incredible body. “Don’t start something I won’t be able to stop.”

There’s always a warning with him. He never takes more than I’m truly willing to give him, and yet, giving me that sliver of control in turn gives him power over my every want, wish, and need.

Knotting his hand in the length of my hair, he takes a step back once I’ve unbuckled his belt, and before I know it, I’m pressed to the glass wall. My hands are splayed either side of my face as he unzips my dress and strips me of it without a single snag.

Peppering kisses down my back, he slips my underwear down my thighs, lowering to his knees behind me while nipping over the curve of my ass.

Oh my God. Oh. My. God.

“Open your legs,” he commands. His voice is so gravelly that my insides twist at the sound. They twist tighter as he cups my pussy, encouraging me to follow his order swiftly while he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me to his face.

With his tongue lashing at my pussy in time with his fingers, he grinds his palm over my clit relentlessly. I’m choking on my moans as he draws his fingers through my folds and licks into my entrance, tongue fucking me until I’m incapable of holding myself up by my own volition. My knees cave as he brackets me with the V of his hand, thumb pushing inside me and curling to my broken cry.

“You taste so damn good.” He bites down on my ass before he spins me to face him. “Too fucking good, sweetheart.”

Groaning, he licks up the seam of my pussy, eyes intent on mine as he stands in front of me buck naked. Gloriously so with his lightly tanned skin, smattered with sun freckles and lightest trail of golden hair trailing down from his navel…

Rhett’s so beautiful that for a moment I’m flustered at being naked in front of him with my stretch marks and caesarian scar. But then he kisses me, and it’s not any kiss. It tastes of me and him—of us—and it’s coated in his desperate need and my unquenchable desire. The longer our tongues duel, the better it tastes and the more I want him to take all there is of me.

“I want you to fill me.” The words tumble from my lips into his gaping mouth. “I want you—I want you so much. So much—” Rhett silences me with a bite of my pout, dragging it between his teeth to an inaudible pop. “It hurts to want you like this,” I sputter as he prisons my body to the glass with his, hands tracing up my sides with the lightest brush of his thumbs to my breasts.

“I don’t want to hurt you, beautiful, but if I do, it will always be like this. Never because I don’t want you or don’t—don’t treasure you.”

A tear escapes me, followed by another and another. It’s cathartic and freeing. The hunger inside me scratches and yells and rattles as I watch him watching me, so much more than hunger in his eyes. Something that reaches deep into me winds around my heart, tugging and tugging until it feels as though he might physically take it.

“Doc…”

“Beautiful, precious sunshine…” he utters with reverence as he presses a kiss to my lips, chaste and soft and filled with yearning. His lips work over mine, sucking and rolling between the bottom and top one. And when he cups my face with both hands, I can smell myself on his skin—sweet, salty, and musky with that undertone of citrus. Something like bergamot and bitter orange.

With his cock pressed to my stomach, he thrusts over my slick skin in time with our kiss. Our breathless pants get louder and louder as he devours a scorching path over my jaw to my neck, his hands falling to my thighs before he hoists me up his body and takes my nipple into his mouth.

Holy fuck!

My entire body slackens as he rolls my turgid nub between his teeth. My head falls back, and I can barely hold on to his shoulders as frissons of heat course through me, pulling and pushing at my insides as my pulse pounds hard and fast through my veins.

“Legs,” he grits into my chest, hands sweeping from my thighs to my ass as I wrap my legs around his hips. “Good girl.” He tongues across my collarbone as he flips the water off and walks us into the bedroom.

Rhett deposits me on the bed, opening my legs before he crawls over my body, tracing over my stomach with his tongue and kissing over my ribs. He lingers over my breasts, focusing on each in turn. I really could be pure fucking sunshine when he braces himself over me with heaving breaths and that soft smile that makes everything else disappear.

“I’m going to do all those things you asked for. I promise.” The tip of his nose strokes up my cheek to my temple. “I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop,” he rasps into my ear. “I’m going to fill you until you are bursting at the seams.”

Fisting his cock between us, he flicks my clit again and again. It’s maddening and incredible all at once.

“Please,” I beg as he slowly situates himself at my entrance.

“I’m going to make you mine,” Rhett growls, pushing deep in one hard thrust that completely chokes my cry.

God, he’s so much bigger than I was ready for, and the stretch steals every thought from my head until all that’s left is him. Everywhere. Filling me so completely that I can’t tell where he ends and I begin.

“If it’s the last thing I ever do,” he tells me while pulling back. “Over”—he shallows in and out—“and over.” He slams home with a grunt, sparking pain, pleasure, and unrelenting desire.

Thrust after thrust, stroke after stroke, he owns my body as though it’s natural law, intrinsic to my very existence. Finding my hands above my head, he laces his fingers with mine.

“My perfect sunshine,” he whispers into my ear, quickening his pace. “My beautiful sweetheart. So good for me.”

A full-body shudder rolls through me at his words, my walls fluttering around him so hard that he groans.