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“Pushing my way? Is that really what you think I’m doing?” My body goes rigid.
“Isn’t it? You take what you want and then you flee. I’m not going to let you do that to me again.” She leans away from me, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Rebel, I may not have come back here for the sole purpose of getting you back, but if there was ever a reason I would stay, it would be for you.”
I hadn’t even thought about it until the words were out of my mouth, but I knew they were true with absolute certainty. I know there’s a lot of history between us, history she’s obviously still hurting over. That won’t stop me from trying to make it right. She’s all I ever wanted and I’ve spent every day of the last four years missing her.
“You can’t come back here, force yourself on me, and expect me to just forgive you. That isn’t how this works.”
“Force myself on you? Is that what you think this is?”
She hesitates for a minute, as I take a step closer, crowding her space. I can hear the stutter around the inhale of her breath. Her chest heaves, and I can’t help the smile lining the edge of my mouth.
“You can’t try and tell me you don’t feel this between us, Ryan. It’s still there.” I lean in closer, my breath feathering along the edge of her lips. “My body still aches for you after all these years. I said this to you earlier and I meant every fucking word. I will have you begging for it, because trust me baby you can try and deny it all you want, but I know your sweet pussy aches for me, too.”
“Shit,” she mutters as her eyes glaze over. Her head tilts back as her struggled breaths float over my skin warming me further.
“Tell me you want me to touch you and I will.”
“No—” she demands, clenching her jaw.
Leaning forward, I blow softly along the nape of her neck up toward her ear before I continue. “You’ve always been a shit liar, Rebel. I can smell the arousal on you, baby. I can tell by the way your skin flushes, the subtle way you are clenching your legs together, to the way you are forcing yourself to breathe. Do you think I could make you come just standing here without even touching you?”
Her head rears back as she looks up at me as if I’m crazy. The sinister smile I greet her with says just how much I’d love for her to challenge me.
“Mav,” she stutters. The desire overtakes her, causing her resolve to slip away.
“Or do you want me to touch you?”
Her eyelids lower. The desire winning out. “Say it,” I whisper encouragingly.
“I want—” she swallows before forcing herself to continue, “I want you to touch me.”
Grunting, I wrap my arm around her and pull her closer to me.
I can tell by the look in her eyes she knows I’m talking somewhere close and quick because my patience is wearing thin.
Pulling me around the corner, she opens the door to what looks like a small supply closet and quickly pulls me inside. I don’t have time to look around before the door shuts behind us. This is the last place I want our reunion to be, but I just need a minute with her, alone.
Pushing her up against the door, her hands wrap around the waistband of my jeans, and she pulls me closer. Her fingers skate along the edge of my boxer briefs and my aching cock strains against my zipper.
Easing my hand around her waist, I bring her closer to me. I’m so thankful for the short-shorts and tank top she’s wearing. She has given me easy access to all the parts of her body I’ve missed the most.
Sliding my hands over the curve of her ass, I pull her closer, easing my hand beneath the edge of her tank top, along the smooth skin of her back, and up the curve of her spine.
“Maverick,” she whispers, running her hand along the buzzed hair along the back of my head, pulling me closer to her. As soon as our mouths connect, I can’t help but unleash a groan from deep in my throat, vibrating against her mouth.
When her tongue traces a line along the edge of my mouth, I know I’m fucking done for. This girl has been featured in all my fantasies while I was gone. She’s all I have been able to think about since I left her, and it doesn’t hardly seem real she’s standing right here in front of me, in my arms.
“Rebel,” I groan. “You’re fuckin’ killin’ me here.”
I didn’t want the first time we are together again to be like this.
“Baby, it’s going to kill me to say this but when I finally have those sexy as sin legs around me again, I don’t want it to be in some dirty supply closet. I want it to be in a bed where I can enjoy having you all to myself.”
Even in the darkness, I’m able to make out the look of arousal on her face. “What time are you off?”
“After eleven.”
I know it was around eight when we got here so I’m likely going to be carrying a fucking brick in my pants until she is off.
“I’ll be waiting for you. Eleven o’clock comes and you’re mine.”
