Page 49 of Just What She Needed

"There's that lovely bum. And this ..." He plucked at the string on the thong. "This is just sexy as hell, baby." He shifted behind her and unhooked her bra. "As pretty as this is, though, it's gotta go. Roll back over."

On her back again, she watched his face as he removed the bra and cupped her breasts in his palms. "I dreamed about these so many nights." Rhys leaned over and kissed her mouth, soft and warm and tender. "I missed you so much, Rhett. Thank you for welcoming me home in such spectacular fashion."

"I missed you, too," she whispered against his lips.

"Now, let's see." He pushed himself off the bed and stood regarding her. "I believe the agreement was that if I caught you—which I've done—I could do anything I wanted to you. Does that still stand?"

Apprehension made her muscles rigid. Yes, she said it, but now that it was time to pay up, she was a little frightened. Then her eyes met his, and she relaxed. What it boiled down to was whether or not she trusted him. And looking into those dark blue eyes, she saw that she could. Because in addition to the overwhelming desire, she saw tenderness. No matter what, she knew he wouldn't do anything she didn't like.

"Anything," she told him. "Anything at all."

"Perfect timing." He smiled at the question in her eyes. "I bought something while I was away, and I wondered how to bring it up with you. But now I don't have to, do I? I can just...use it. Spread your legs for me, baby."

Nerve endings sizzling with anticipation, Rhett did as he asked. Rhys bit his bottom lip and groaned softly.

"Damn, Rhett. You're so fucking beautiful." He bent forward and pressed his lips to the narrow strip of lace between her thighs and laughed low in his throat at the instinctive jerk of her hips. "I'm going to fuck you so hard. But first things first." He stood up again and pointed at her. "Don't move."

Unable to remain still with her nerves jumping around like a squirrel on acid, she rolled her head to watch him walk across the room to where his suitcases were piled in the corner. He lifted the largest one to a chair, unzipped it, and rummaged through the contents. Whatever he took from it was hidden against his leg as he came back to stand at the foot of the bed.

He smiled down at her for a moment and held up what he brought for her. Her eyes widened at the sight of the shiny purple bullet-shaped vibrator.

"Ever used one of these before?"

Rhett shook her head. "No, never."

"Let's see how you like it, then." Straddling her again, he touched a switch on the bottom of the vibrator, and a low hum filled the room. "We'll start slow, all right?"

Rhett gasped when he touched it to one of her nipples. She waited, unsure what she was supposed to feel. It was pleasant, but not nearly as pleasant as when Rhys closed his mouth over her other breast.

A deep hum of pleasure rose from her throat, and she threaded her fingers through his hair. But the pleasure was muted somehow. The body-tingling sensations she usually got from the touch of his tongue and the tug of his lips were missing. Her attention was pulled away by the vibration against her other breast, and she shifted her shoulders, restless at the delay of gratification.

After a moment, Rhys raised his head and regarded her. "Not feeling it, are you?"

"Not really." She hated to admit it, afraid it made her appear cold or unwilling to experience new things. "The vibrator is a little distracting. I like your tongue better."

"Mm." He moved his hand, and the vibrator was gone. "My tongue likes you, too." With a smile, he pressed a kiss to her lips. "I like you. But let's see if you find this distracting in other places. Be right back."

In confusion, Rhett watched him place the still-buzzing vibrator on the mattress beside her, and cross to the chairs near the windows. Her confusion grew when he returned with the seat cushions from two of the chairs, and she was downright confounded when he stacked them and slid them under her ass.

"I do have a purpose." He grinned at her, and she attempted to wipe some of the befuddlement from her face. "You'll see."

He picked up the vibrator again and settled himself between her open legs. "Tell me what you think of this."

When Rhys pressed the vibrator against the thin barrier of her thong, Rhett's eyes popped open wide. "Oh!"

"Is that a good 'oh,' or a bad 'oh?'"

"Good." Her breath was reduced to shallow pants. "Very good."

"Let's make it better."

The jolts of unbelievable pleasure grew more intense as he increased the vibrator's speed. Rhett's panting turned to ragged gasps as she writhed on the pillows, and disintegrated into intermittent, quick sips of air when Rhys pushed aside the thin material of her thong and placed the vibrator against her sensitive skin.

"Give me your hands, Rhett." He sounded as breathless as she did. "That's right, both of them." His fingers wrapped her hands around the purple shaft. "Put it where it feels best, baby."

Any vestiges of shyness or self-consciousness were obliterated by the sensations that shook her body. She took the vibrator from Rhys and moved it until she found what could only be described as her sweet spot, the sweetest fucking spot anyone ever had.

"Christ, baby, you don't know what that does to me, to watch you pleasure yourself like that."