RHETT
I feelher before I even see her.
It’s just something in the air, like a shift in the pressure. Like the moment before lightning cracks from the stormy sky. Static charge prickles across my skin, pulsing with intensity as I walk up the path from where I left my truck. And then she appears–like a heavenly angel from a fever dream.
Jesus Christ.
The sight of her nearly knocks the wind out of me. She’s barefoot, wearing a short tennis skirt–pink, not white like yesterday’s–and a baby blue polo. The breeze lifts the hem of her skirt like it has its own obsession with her, giving me a glimpse at her perfect thighs. So smooth. So young.
Her hips sway as she shifts her weight, causing my c**k to pulse instantly, almost violently, with fierce attraction. Her hair is down, long and wavy a
