Page 45 of Rebellious

No, he wouldn’t do that. He’s not that that kind of person. Right?

“Asp.” He clears his throat.

I pull my gaze from his jaw, ignoring the unease swirling in my stomach. “Yeah?”

A toying smirk flirts at the corner of his mouth. “Did you need help up?”

I see his smart mouth is back.

Pulling back, I wink. “I think I got it, but thanks for the offer.”

He really should have been prepared for what happens next.

I wade through the shallow water, making a half circle around him to get to the ledge. I can feel his eyes watching me as I place my palms against the gritty concrete, my breasts resting just above the ledge. I feign a pitiful attempt to push myself up and chuckle. “I think I’ve had too much to drink,” I tell him, turning my head to the side, and catch his narrowed gaze. “Maybe I will take you up on that lift.”

Let’s call it day one of Bennett Jameson’s inevitable explosion.

He’s giving me twenty-four hours. I don’t intend to waste it with his hollow excuses and distractions. I want him ravenous—so much that he might kill both of us when he finally takes his first bite.

I know Bennett and his rules.

I know this is his last goodbye—the only selfish act he’ll indulge before I’m banished to the friend zone forever.

I’m not going down without a fight. One day is not enough—I want a lifetime.

“You don’t need a boost.” His voice is at my ear.

“Are you calling me a liar?” I smile into the night air.

He grunts out a non-answer that makes me stupidly happy.

I flip around, meeting his hungry gaze. “Are you going to answer me?”

I reach for his face and he captures my hand with his, dragging it down to my waist. “This isn’t a good idea,” he grits.

His lashes flutter over his eyes and I lean in close. “This is a terrible idea.” I agree, watching as his gaze drifts down to my lips, mere inches from his. “But there’s no rule against it.”

Lines crease his forehead as he blows out a breath, the same thing he does when he’s preparing to take the field. “That changes after tonight,” he warns.

As sweet as I can, I add, “I’m looking forward to it.”

With that parting remark, Bennett drops my hands, grips the side of my thighs harshly, skimming up to my hips with nothing but pure want.

“That’s my boy,” I whisper, a soft moan slipping out between breaths.

If there’s no rule against it, then we might as well make it a good mistake.

His fingers reach the edge of my bathing suit, slipping delicately under the edge. My breath hitches and he pauses. I want to tell him to continue, but I don’t. Bennett flirting with rules is a delicate situation. Too many voiced words will bring him crashing down to reality, where the rules and our families live. It’s better to leave him in a state of wonder and rebellion.

His eyes pinch shut, and he sucks in a breath. I can feel the fear radiating through each tensed muscle. Sighing, I bring my palm to his face. “Lift me up, BJ. Drew is waiting.”

He nods, his eyes still closed. “I’m sorry. You know I—”

I cut him off. “I know.” It’s the truth. All the evidence that Bennett wants me is bulging against his swim trunks.

Bending at the knees, I give a little jump, going with his lift and sitting on the edge of the pool. Water pours off my body as my legs wrap instinctively around his chest. It was a poorly thought out move on my part, considering his lips are face to face with my pert nipples. I mean, they’re covered with a scrap of triangled fabric, but it’s pretty obvious, they too, are digging Bennett’s lips being only inches away.

I reach out, and press my finger to his lips, pushing ever so slightly. His hands brace against my side, his elbows bent and ready to stop this madness any minute. Warm air breathes against the pad of my finger before it’s sucked in and met with a warm wetness. My back arches, one arm goes around my back, the other wrapped around my wrist holding me there.

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