Page 2 of The Rebel with Broken Strings
She rose, moving with the practiced grace of someone comfortable in their body. He took in the sight of her—still fully dressed in jeans and a simple blue top that matched her eyes, but looking thoroughly affected, nonetheless. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and there was a slight tremble to her hands that betrayed her composed expression.
He reached for her, fingers hooking into the belt loops of her jeans to pull her closer. “Your turn.”
Her lips curved into a smile that was both shy and wicked—a contradiction that made his spent body stir again.
“What plan do you have in mind?” she asked, stepping between his knees.
“Darlin’,” he drawled, his hands sliding up to her waist, “I plan on making you forget your own name. And getting you naked.”
He swiftly stripped her out of her clothes until her stunning naked body was exposed, his own personal playground.
In one fluid motion, he rose from the edge of the bed, his hands finding Aubrey’s waist with a certainty that made her breath audibly hitch, and he lifted her. The transition from standing to airborne happened so quickly that a small, startled sound escaped her—half laugh, half gasp—as he deposited her onto the rumpled sheets with deliberate care.
“Warn a girl next time,” she breathed with a laugh.
Gunner wasn’t laughing. His cock throbbed painfully as he stood above her, shrugging off his open shirt. His eyes never left hers.
“Turn over,” he told her, his voice a low command that had her shivering.
Aubrey complied, rolling onto her stomach, then lifting herself to her hands and knees. Gunner removed his boots, his belt buckle clinking as it hit the floor.
The mattress dipped as he joined her on the bed. His hands slid up her sides. “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his palms sliding down her bare back. His calloused fingertips—hardened from years of guitar playing—found delicious friction against her smooth skin.
He positioned himself behind her, his body a warm presence against her back as he aligned himself along the length of her. His arms circled her waist, pulling her against his chest so they were spooned together on their knees. His lips found the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder.
“You feel so good,” he breathed against her skin. One hand slid up to cup her breast while the other drifted lower to her sweet soaking wet heat. “So ready for me.”
Aubrey arched into his touch, her body responding with eagerness. “Gunner,” she whispered, her voice catching as his fingers found her clit. “Please.”
He pressed a kiss to her shoulder blade. “Please what, darlin’? Tell me what you want.”
She gasped. “I want you inside me. Now.”
He smiled against her skin before he withdrew briefly to retrieve protection from his discarded jeans, but then he was back, his hands returning to her hips as he positioned himself.
The first push of his body into hers drew matching sighs from them both. Aubrey’s fingers clutched at the sheets. Gunner paused, allowing her to adjust, his forehead resting against her shoulder blade.
“You drive me wild,” he murmured, his accent thickening with desire. His hips began a slow, deliberate rhythm that had her pressing back against him, silently asking for more.
One of his hands slid from her hip to her stomach, then lower, his fingers finding the exact pressure and pace that made her thighs tremble. The other arm locked around her waist, holding her steady as their movements grew more insistent.
The sheets rustled beneath them alongside their increasingly labored breathing. Aubrey moaned, louder…and louder yet.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice rough with restraint. “Let me hear you, Aubrey. Don’t hold back.”
“Harder,” she gasped, pushing back against him. “Please, Gunner.”
He complied, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more determined. The headboard began a rhythmic tap against the wall that in any other circumstance might cause him to stop. Now, it only added to the building tension coiling tight in his groin.
“Look at you,” he breathed, reverence in his voice. “Taking me so well. So fucking perfect.”
The room filled with the sounds of their passion—skin against skin, breathless encouragements. Gunner lost track of time, lost himself in the sensations. His fingers worked against her sensitive flesh while his body filled her completely.
“I’m close,” she warned.
His rhythm faltered slightly before he found a new, more determined pace. “Together. Want to feel you come around me.”
His words seemed to push her closer to the edge. Aubrey reached back, her hand finding his hip, nails digging into his flesh as she urged him deeper. Their bodies moved in perfect sync now, as if they’d been dancing this particular dance for years instead of days.
