Page 79 of Rebel Secrets
I hadn’t felt this way about a man since my fiancé had dumped me.Now I was going to soak it all in, as much as I could take, and gorge myself on Rebel.
Reaching behind me, he snagged the edge of the door and gave it a shove.It closed with a loud bang.If anyone else had been in the building, they would’ve heard it and probably come to investigate.I didn’t care.And, yeah, maybe the chance of being caught added a little extra thrill.
I didn’t have time to think, though.He kissed me again.Deep and hard and completely without restraint.
His hands slid under my t-shirt, pushing it up until I lifted my arms over my head so he could take it off.Patting myself on the back for putting on a pretty lace bra today, I watched his gaze move down my body.When he looked back up into mine, his smile was gone but the heat burned even hotter.
“Did you wear this for me?”
What should I say?The truth was, yeah, probably.I’d chosen it.It made me feel sexy, and it looked good against my pale skin.And in some deep part of my brain, I’d had this little fantasy going of us doing exactly this.Hooking up.Except for me it wasn’t just a hookup.
And when Rebel looked at me like that, it didn’t feel like just anything to him, either.He looked deadly serious.Except for that tiny hint of a smile left on his lips.
Thrusting my hands into his hair, I tugged him back down so our lips could meld again, but he pulled back a few seconds later.
“Did you?”
Did I really want to answer that question?If I answered truthfully, he might think—What?That I was hot for him?Well, that should be obvious.And since he seemed to share the exact same feelings…it made me feel comfortable enough to reach for the hem of his shirt and tug it up and over his head.
He let it go without a fight, and I think I might have sighed like a lovesick Victorian lady in a movie.That expanse of muscled chest made all my girl parts clench and tighten and ache.In the bright light of day, or at least in the light of the overhead fixture, he looked like the hockey god he was.Hard, hot and ready for any action.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips right in the center of his chest.The heat of his skin made me want to taste him all over.My hands flattened on the ridges of his abdomen before sliding around to his back to sink my fingers into the hard muscle there.
He threaded his hands through my hair, holding my head steady as I kissed my way across and then up his neck to his lips.He took over the second our lips touched, and I was more than happy to let him.Damn, the man could kiss.
His lips worked their magic as his hands fell to my hips and began to gather up my skirt.My legs were already spread to make room for his, but when the cool air hit my thighs, I shivered.He pulled me closer, my skirt riding even higher, until I felt the brush of his track pants, and what lay hot and hard behind them, against my sex.Everything inside me fluttered and went liquid, ready for him.
I worked my hands back to the front of his pants and slid my fingers beneath the waistband.He pulled away, breathing heavily, his head dipped but his eyes open, watching me.I didn’t have the patience to take it slow and shoved his pants down to his thighs, careful not to hurt any delicate parts of him.But his cock seemed more than sturdy enough to take a little rough handling.He’d absolutely liked my hands on him that night.
“What are you waiting for?”
I tipped my head back to look up at him.
“Nothing.I don’t want to wait.”
“Good.Because I don’t have a lot of patience right now.”
“Me either.”
He wore dark boxer briefs that I took a second to admire before I shoved them down, too.And laid my eyes on the true star of the show.
God, he was gorgeous.I sighed and looked up at him, but he was staring at my breasts, just before he cupped them in his hands.He squeezed, eliciting a moan from me, the pressure and heat of his hands promising so much more pleasure.
Since neither of us wanted to take the time to go slow, he released my breasts and laid his hands flat on my thighs.They were already parted around his thighs, but he widened them even more, exposing my silky panties.Which were now in the way.
He took a step back and took my panties with him.My legs had to close to allow him to do that, but the second he stuffed them in his back pocket, he worked himself between my thighs again, spreading them even wider than before.The cool air played against my aching folds, tormenting.My clit ached and my sex clenched, and I grabbed his hips to bring him even closer.
His cock brushed against my mound, but I realized then that the height of the table wasn’t going to cut it.He must have realized the same thing at the same time.
“Condom.In my wallet.Put it on.”
I quivered all over at the sound of his voice… and at the command, said in a voice so growly, I wanted to squeak with excitement.
Instead, I reached around to grab his wallet out of his back pocket, took out the condom and tossed his wallet on the desk behind me.
As I rolled the condom down his shaft, I knew he watche my every move, his gaze a hot brand on my skin.
“Hang on.”
