Page 46 of The Rebel (Looking to Score 1)
I kiss her lips, her collarbone, the top of each breast, then tug down the cups of her bra so I can suck and feast on her. She moans and brings one hand to my hair, gently raking her nails along my scalp. I run my fingers over the dip in her belly until I can slip them under the elastic of her panties and touch her perfect pussy. It’s so soft and warm and wet, and I groan.
“Holt . . .” She moans, her hips rocking into my hand.
I can sense she’s already close, whimpering softly as my fingers work. My cock is so hard it aches, and all the blood pumping to my groin has clouded my judgment. Continuing to caress her, I use my free hand to release my belt and open my pants. Taking myself in my hand, I stroke slowly once, needing a release so fucking badly it hurts.
Eden and I exhale a shuddering breath at the same time.
“Let me,” she murmurs.
As I bend down to take her mouth, her greedy tongue matches mine stroke for stroke as she lifts her hips off the bed, pressing herself into my touch. Her hand slides up and down my shaft, and I’m sure I’m going to come too soon and ruin our good time. I force a deep breath into my lungs, fighting to get myself under control.
I can’t even blame it on overactive hormones like I could back when we first shared a bed many years ago. My attraction to her has always been a powerful, dangerous thing, hell-bent on ruining everything for me. And this moment is one I’ve fantasized about and jacked off to countless times, as wrong as it is. Eden naked and panting, her body begging for mine . . . her kissable mouth saying my name as she comes apart.
“Holt . . .” She breathes out my name on a moan. “I’m going to come.”
“Not yet,” I say, my tone commanding. I need my mouth on her first.
I kiss a path down her neck to her full breasts, which I treat to soft kisses, making my way down her body past the dip in her belly until I can settle between her thighs. Eden touches my hair as I move the fabric of her panties to the side and treat her pussy to one long, slow lick, and she makes a choked sound.
She tastes even better than I remember, and I groan low in my throat as my tongue makes greedy passes at her silken flesh.
My mouth is everywhere at once, all over her sweetness, nipping at her inner thigh with my teeth, licking her in a steady rhythm over and over as I squeeze the base of my cock to fight off my desperate need to come.
Her body quakes as she comes apart. It’s a beautiful sight, and I don’t let up. Her voice is rough as she climaxes, and I’ve never heard a more lovely or desperate sound as my name leaves her lips again.
Eden is boneless and disoriented for a moment, and I love that it was me who put that sleepy, satisfied look on her face. She cuddles into my arms, laying her head on my chest as her heart rate slows. As much as I love holding her, my body’s insistent reminder is difficult to ignore. My cock is still hard, and frankly, a little grumpy at being ignored.
But then she seems to remember there’s a steely erection pressed inconveniently between us, and she brings her hand to me again, stroking so slowly, it takes my breath away.
“Can I ask you something? Are you . . .” Her hand moves down torturously.
“Get it out, sweetheart.”
“Are you sleeping with anyone?”
Shit. Now I feel like an asshole. She’s trying to have a serious, adult conversation with me, and I respond with some growly, macho comment.
“Uh,” is all I manage, and I’m forced to clear my throat.
“Because I was tested after Alex, and I’m cl—”
Lifting her chin, I force her gaze to mine. “I’m not sleeping with anyone. And I’m clean too. But we’re not having sex tonight.”
I fight back a strange wave of emotion at the thought of finally being with her in that way after all these years. She looks a little taken aback by my comment, but the truth is, I’m just not ready to go there emotionally yet with her.
“In that case, may I?” she asks sweetly, moving down the bed until she’s perched between my parted thighs.
Fuck yes. Those are the words that leap into my head, but thankfully something a little more articulate comes out of my mouth.
“Anything.”
She offers me a pleased smile before lowering her mouth to my groin and treating me to a slow lick. It’s hot, and I love watching her. I shift, lifting onto one elbow, and move her hair from her face so I can watch her sucking on me.
