Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
“Ugh,” I groan, throwing my arm over my eyes as bright light assaults my vision and rudely yanks me from my sleep. Groggy and confused, I sit up, frowning at the offending sunlight as I realize I’ve left the windows wide open. It’s the sunrise that’s woken me, which means it’s still early as all hell, and I grimace as I force my body to wake up properly.
My mouth is dry as the desert, but I’ve somehow managed to escape a hangover headache, and despite feeling blurry and tired, the worst of the effects of overdrinking seem to have avoided me for now. Thank God.
I rub my eyes and reach for my water bottle on my nightstand, chugging the contents. Usually, my phone is charging beside it, but today, it’s not there. Crap, what did I do with it? My memories from the night before are blurry at best, and I look wildly around my room before realizing my phone is tangled up in my bed sheets. I free it from its prison, and, blessedly, it somehow has twenty percent battery left.
“What the hell?” I mutter to myself when I open it and see the sheer amount of notifications I have. There’s a text from Serena confirming she got home safe, but there are also dozens of texts and tens of missed calls from… “Oh my God … Rhett!”
It all comes flooding back at once, everything I did the night before. Horrified, I look down at myself, realizing I’m still in the lingerie set that I sent photos to Rhett in. Oh my God.
I SENT PHOTOS OF MYSELF TO HIM!
Panic washes over me as I frantically open the texts, scrolling through messages of him demanding to know where I am, what I’m doing, if I meant to send those to him or if they were meant for someone else.
I have no idea how to respond, especially not at seven in the morning and barely awake, so all I can do is stare at the screen in shock. I can’t believe I sent him those photos, but there’s a part of me who can’t help but wonder if he liked them.
I nearly jump out of my skin as a loud knock echoes through the apartment. I scramble out of bed as someone knocks on the door again, grabbing a robe to hide the fact I’m wearing practically nothing. Pulling the robe tight around me, I rush to answer the door, though I have no idea who the hell could be here this early. Maybe it’s Serena coming around to debrief? But she normally texts before she arrives.
I unlock the door quickly, yanking it open with an apology for taking so long to answer on the tip of my tongue. All my words dry up in my throat as I make eye contact with the person on the other side.
“Rhett,” I breathe, stunned.
“Rayna,” he says back, his voice low and verging on a growl. I shudder at the way my name sounds in that tone, like he wants to eat me whole.
God, I want him to eat me whole!
“W-what are you doing here?” I stutter out, suddenly very aware that I’m in nothing but lingerie and a robe in front of the man I’ve been dreaming of for years.
Rhett steps closer, but I’m frozen to the spot, so now we’re so close I have to tilt my head back to look up at him.
“You didn’t answer my calls. I couldn’t stay away any longer,” he says, his voice still low and rough. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to hide exactly what his tone and closeness are doing to me. “Tell me the truth, Rayna. Were those messages meant for me?”
It doesn’t even occur to me to lie. I’m too wrapped up in him. “Yes,” I answer, the truth coming out in a soft breath, a whisper between us that makes this seem all the more forbidden. “There’s nobody else I’d ever want to see me … like that. There’s nobody else I’ve ever wanted.”
Rhett moves so fast that I can’t process it in real time. One second, he’s standing in my doorway. The next, he’s inside, slamming the door behind him, his hands on my waist. I gasp, but before any sound can escape, his mouth is on mine, stealing every word I’ve ever known.
3
RHETT
The self-control I’ve prided myself on for so long evaporates into nothing the second Rayna admits she wants me. All night, I’ve been tormented by those photos of her, restless and feral for this girl. When she didn’t answer any of my texts or calls, I physically couldn’t wait any longer to see her, to know if she meant what she said in that message.
The door slams loudly behind me, but nothing else matters except her and the need that’s consuming me for her. I kiss her the way I’ve been imagining kissing her all night, claiming her lips with mine as I tighten my hold around her waist. My cock has been hard since I saw those photos, and it fights against my zipper now, painfully hard for her. She tastes of toothpaste and something uniquely Rayna, and fuck, I never want to pull away from her again.