Page 17 of Dating the Rebel
His jaw taut, he shook his head.
And she pulled her hands away, holding them palms up. “You’re not?”
“Oh, I’m sure you’re the one who’s trouble,” he murmured. “And I’m probably going to regret this later...”
She smiled. “But now?”
“Now I would regret it more if you weren’t here and if I wasn’t about to bury my cock deep inside you.”
A moan slipped out of her lips now. He would fill her up, he was that big. But she wasn’t intimidated. She was excited—so damn excited—that she could already feeling the wetness dampening her panties.
“I don’t know, Grant,” she said, “you might just be all talk and no action.”
He chuckled and flashed that wicked, wicked grin of his. But he pushed down his unzipped pants, taking the boxers off with them. Then he shrugged the open shirt off his broad shoulders, his chest and arms rippling as he stripped it off.
She nearly moaned again. He was so damn fine...
Then he reached for her, tucking his finger into the top of her lace thong and tugging her toward him. But he didn’t close his arms around her; he didn’t press her body up against his naked one. Instead he moved his finger from her panties up her body, on a straight line between her breasts to her chin. He tipped it up again, but this time he didn’t stare into her eyes. He lowered his head to hers and kissed her.
No. Consumed her...
His lips nibbled. His tongue stroked and tangled with hers. She clutched his head, tunneling her fingers into his soft hair, as she kissed him back just as hungrily.
He was such a damn good kisser, so passionate. She nipped his bottom lip lightly with her teeth, and he chuckled.
“You’re naughty,” he chided her. But his cock had jumped and pushed against her midriff, so she knew he found it exciting, as exciting as she found him.
She stepped closer to him so that her breasts rubbed against his body. Her nipples peaked even more, and a moan slipped through her lips.
He reached between their bodies and cupped her breasts in his hands. Then he pulled back from kissing her and stared down at what he held. His hands were enormous—unlike her breasts. But they were full and round and incredibly sensitive.
She pushed against his palms and moaned again. He leaned over and kissed the top of one mound before protesting, “You’re too short.”
“You’re too tall,” she countered.
Then he lifted her, with his hands cupping her butt and hips, until her head was at the same height as his. He smacked a kiss lightly across her lips before lifting her even higher—high enough that he closed his mouth over one of her breasts and stroked the nipple with his tongue.
She clung to him, gripping his shoulders with her hands while wishing she could touch more of him.
His hands, cupping her butt, moved between her legs, and he stroked her through the panties already damp with her excitement for him.
For what she anticipated was coming...
He pushed the panties aside and dipped a finger inside her while he pushed his thumb against her throbbing clit. Then his teeth gently closed around her nipple, tugging at it as he stroked her.
And she came, his name slipping out on a low moan of pleasure.
“You’re easy,” he said.
Maybe she should have been offended, but she laughed. She didn’t usually come this easily, but it had been a long time for her. Maybe she needed to use her vibrator more...
But she would rather use him.
“I have to taste you,” he said. And he lifted her even higher, sliding her legs over his shoulders. Then he pulled her panties aside and slid his tongue inside her. He lapped and licked and teased with his tongue and his lips until another orgasm shuddered through her.
Limp with pleasure, she nearly fell. But he caught her, swinging her up in his arms. Then he carried her from the living room part of the suite into the bedroom. Light from the living room spilled into the room, across the big bed. Then she spilled across the bed as he flopped her onto it.
“Don’t get sleepy,” he advised her. “We’re not done yet.”
