Page 5 of Rebel
His amethyst eyes were cool when I faced him. He rolled his neck on his shoulders.
“Well?” I arched a brow, held out my hand, and curled in my fingers. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
“You know what I’ve got.” He smirked.
For a moment, the tension was disrupted by the unwelcome memory of our time on the sand, of the fight where Anton had lost his life. I swallowed the lump in my throat. “You’re telling me those are your only moves.”
He attacked like a steamroller, lifting me off my feet and slamming me into the wall. I wrapped my legs around his hips, grabbed his head, and smashed my forehead into his nose. He released me with a grunt and a grin.
Fuck, he wasn’t even bleeding. The man was made of steel, and now my blood was pumping harder. We lunged at each other and met in the center of the room, but this wasn’t fighting. This was grappling. This was an excuse for body contact. This was up-against-the-wall body locks, and on-the-floor full-body contact with his thigh between my legs. Grunts and pants, and his eyes darkening as I twisted my body to pin him to the ground as I straddled him. My groin pressed to his hardness as I rolled my hips against him, reveling in the length and girth of his arousal.
His fingers gripped my hips as he thrust upward, heightening the friction, and yeah, this was no longer fighting. This was locked gazes and soft gasps and moans. This was dry-humping need.
Oh, fuck.
I leapt off him as if I’d been burned, grabbed my shoes, and ran from the room.
* * *
Back in my cabin, I shucked off my clothes and stepped into the shower. A cold shower, because I’d be damned if Vex hadn’t just woken up all the heat that I’d been trying to keep under control. This wasn’t the unnatural heat; this was a heat made just for him. I stepped into the cubicle, into the spray, reveling in the beat of water against my skin. Fuck, it was making me hornier rather than calming me down. I needed a quick release. My fingers trailed down my abdomen, over my pubic bone, and slipped between my folds.
Oh, God, yes. I was slick and throbbing and ready and—
“Don’t you dare.”
Vex? I looked over my shoulder to see him, naked and erect, stepping into the cubicle behind me.
“Don’t you fucking dare go there without me.”
His voice was gruff, almost angry, and then his chest was pressed to my back while his hand slipped round to my front, and his thick fingers slid into me. I jerked against his hand as he played me, as he slid in and out, tapped and circled in a rhythm that had me ready to tip over the edge.
“Vex. Oh, God.”
We shouldn’t be doing this. It was asking for heartache, asking for an addiction, but fuck, it felt good, and if we were going to do this, then …
I grabbed his wrist. “I want your cock inside me.”
His chest rumbled in a growl, and then I was spun round and pushed up against the tiles. His mouth descended on mine, wet and warm, tongue rasping deliciously against mine. He made love to my mouth, thrusting and sucking until I was moaning and whimpering and aching for him to enter me, and then he moved down to my breasts. As the water beat against my skin, he laved my nipples with his rough tongue over and over, the friction turning me into a puppet on a string, arching with each contact.
I fisted his hair, which had come loose from its tie. “Fucking hell, Vex. Please.”
I climbed his body, hands grasping his shoulders, pelvis pushing against his erection. “Please.”
He chuckled into my neck, but when he raised his head to look into my eyes, there was no humor there, only heat and want and need. He entered me hard and deep, tearing a cry from my lips as I stretched to accommodate him, and then he withdrew fully, inch by inch, leaving me aching for his invasion again. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back.
“This is fucked up, Rogue.” He entered me again, hard, and this time, he stayed, rolling his hips until I was whimpering from the shock waves. “I didn’t want to do this. I fucking—” He broke off with a moan as I undulated my hips to meet his.
“Just fuck me, Vex; we can talk about the whys and why-nots later.”
His perfect lips curved in a wickedly determined smile, and then he began to move, fast and hard. My cries turned to sobs of pleasure that got trapped in my throat as I worked with him, moving with him to bring us to the apex. My body flushed in a tingling sensation, my toes curled, and I couldn’t breathe, and then my vision went white as the orgasm hit. Vex made a strangled sound but kept thrusting until we were both crying out in unison and the water was most definitely cold.
* * *
Once hadn’t been enough, and now the bed was wet and rumpled, but my body was sated and ached pleasantly.
We lay on our backs, staring at the ceiling.
“I was determined not to do that,” Vex said.
