Rhett’s laugh told me it was the right response. “That’s going to be what I say when I slide into your sweet pussy and you wreck me.”

Having his magic fingers working me over and his hot eyes on mine while he said those things sent waves of heat up my cheeks.

His eyes glinted as his grin turned lopsided. “It makes you even wetter when I talk dirty.”

It wasn’t a question. He was stating a fact, and it occurred to me that he could tell.

“I didn’t know—”

“It’s sexy as fuck.” He pulled his fingers free and lifted them to my lips. “You ever taste yourself, naughty girl? Because I can tell you that it’s tart and sweet and spicy, just like you.”

My eyes probably bugged out of my head comically. “Taste myself?”

He painted his fingers along my lips, and I imagined him painting something else along them. My nipples hardened even further, pushing out the lace of my bra.

Rhett missed nothing. “What’s that thought?”

I swiped my tongue out to taste, and he was right. It wasn’t bad. It was different. “Could be worse.”

“That’s not what you were thinking when those little nipples peaked.”

I sharpened my gaze on him. “How do you know?”

Rhett rose to his feet, the bulge in his pants becoming obscene. “Because I know you, Ari. Now tell me, what were you thinking?”

He reached for the first button on his shirt and unfastened it. One after another, he released the buttons until he pulled the shirt off and dropped it on the floor. Then he reached for his belt.

Oh God.

“You were thinking of me rubbing something else against those plump lips, weren’t you, Red?”

How does he know this stuff?

As if I’d voiced my question, Rhett twitched his lips into a smile. “Yeah, you keep forgetting those detective skills I still have. Number one? Reading people, especially the beautiful woman who’s lying on the bed, legs spread, wet pussy waiting for me, when she’s thinking about what it’d be like to have her lips around my cock.”

The flood of moisture between my thighs would have given me away if he’d still had his fingers inside me.

“Don’t worry, Red, you’ll have your chance as soon as you admit it. I see it all over your face.”

Leather hissed against the fabric as he pulled his belt through the loops.

Oh sweet Jesus. How did I admit that I’d imagined this moment more times than I could count? The moment when I finally learned if the rumors I’d heard in high school were true? That Rhett Hennessy was hung?

My breathing quickened and I was probably in danger of hyperventilating when he dropped the belt, thumbed open the button, and slid down the zipper. His thick bulge strained against the black boxer briefs and all the saliva in my mouth dried up.

He might be even bigger than I thought.

Rhett released his grip on his pants and they fell to the floor. After he stepped out of them, I levered up on my elbows and stared. He didn’t look like he had in high school. Nope.

Rhett was built like a brawler, not a boxer. He was around six feet tall with broad, heavily muscled shoulders and a carved chest that tapered down into a narrow waist gripped by the band of the boxer briefs. His thighs stretched the fabric to the limits, just like his erection.

And those tattoos . . .

I was a goner.

“You should probably put your dick in my mouth.” I slammed said mouth shut, unable to believe what had just come out of it. It was a good thing I didn’t close my eyes too, because I would have missed Rhett’s jaw drop before he recovered and shot me a wicked grin.

“I can honestly say those aren’t words I ever expected you to say.”

My cheeks burned. I shouldn’t be allowed to talk. I’m totally screwing this up.

“Umm . . .”

“Do you know what the sexiest thing about you is, Ari?”

I was naked except for my bra, laid out on a bed, and I wasn’t about to start guessing. “No.”

“Your mind. Sometimes, it works so fast you don’t have time to filter it, and I get the pure, unvarnished parts of you. Smart, funny, sweet, sexy. You check all the boxes. You’re the ultimate package. The fact that you’re here, with me, shows me that sometimes life does work out the way it’s supposed to.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, but any other rational thought disappeared from my super-smart genius brain when he hooked his fingers in the sides of his briefs and tugged them down.

Oh. My. God.

Big, thick, and built just as solid as the rest of him, Rhett’s cock bobbed free. If it hadn’t been weighed down by its own bulk, it probably would have reached up to his navel.

My mouth formed into an O as he stepped forward. I scrambled up from the bed and did the only thing I could think of.

I threw myself at him.

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Rhett

Realistically, there’s not a damn thing a guy can do about his dick size. It’s either big or it isn’t. I’d never spent much time worrying about mine, but apparently, it’s impressive enough for Ari to launch herself off the bed and slam into my chest.

I’d take it.

I reached out to steady her. “Whoa, Red.”

“No whoa. Whoa means slow and we’re done with that. Moving on now.”

Her lips pressed against my neck, my shoulder, my chest . . . and trailed down to the promised land.

If I’d thought I was going to find a shy, uncertain girl on the bed before me, I would have been dead wrong. Ari was ravenous. Before she could wrap her lips around my dick, I gripped her shoulders and stopped her from dropping to her knees.

“What?”

“You gonna admit it?”

Her eyes smoldered, and I knew she was aware of what I was asking.

“Yes. I pictured you taking the head of your cock.” She gripped the shaft, tearing a groan from me. “And dragging it—” My fingers faltered as she leaned forward, her mouth an inch away. “Across my lips.”

She tried to close the distance, but I had other plans. With a tug, I plucked her up and tossed her on the bed.

“What—”

I pressed a knee on either side of her hips and worked my way up her body until my dick bobbed over her mouth. Ari’s tongue swiped out to wet her lips, just missing me. I gripped my shaft as pre-cum beaded on the head.