Page 12 of Red, White and You

“I don’t. But I’ve actually only had sexy with two women.”

“Humph! I don’t think I believe you!”

“It’s true, babydoll! I’ve never been that interested in another woman. Not like you. I’ve wanted you since I saw you that first time.”

She rolls her eyes. “Whatever,” she mutters. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

“Great! Because I want to get you home. So let’s go home.”

“Whatever.”

“No. Not whatever. This is where we go home and do all those things that I’ve been dying to do to you since you first opened that smart mouth of yours. But if you’re not sure, we don’t have to do anything.”

She takes a deep breath.

“I guess. I mean, I want to.”

“You can ask me to stop anytime you want, babydoll. I will never pressure you.”

“Take me home. I want to be with you.”

And with another smile and a quick kiss on her soft lips, I take her home. What I soon hope will be our home. And I carry her inside, never wanting to let her go.

CHAPTER7

Rebel

I’m not sure what just happened. I went from hating Tony’s guts. I did right? To hanging on him and heading to his place for sexy times.

I shiver when he turns those pale green eyes on me and I can’t stop looking at his dark blond hair and wondering what it will feel like slipping across my fingers.

I mean, I could just touch it and find out. My fingers are itching to do just that. But I can’t make myself reach out and do that. Nerves are hissing around in me like a coiled snake.

We pull into his drive and I feel those nerves going in overdrive. My hands shake when I undo my seatbelt and he sees it, his eyes sharp on me.

“Are you sure you want to do this, babydoll?”

“I do.” I nod my head like I don’t have any misgivings. It’s not true. I have a ton of them. But they’re not as bad as the misgivings I think I’ll have if I don’t take this opportunity.

He comes around to my door and opens it, helping me out. “Thank you, Tony.”

His head pops up when I say his name and the look in his eyes is…well, it’s everything.

“I love it when you say my name,” he whispers.

“I love it when you say my name, too.”

“Rebel,” he says huskily and shivers dance up and down my spine. “Come with me, babydoll.” He holds my hand and walks me up to the door and I can feel his hand shaking in mine, the callouses on his fingers skating along my skin and firing up all these synapses that I’ve never felt before. Every nerve ending is raw and aching.

He opens the door and then closes it as soon as we walk through. He groans as soon as I cross the threshold and the next thing I know, my back is against the door and he’s got his body plastered against mine, his groans rumbling in his chest and his lips skating along my throat until he gets down to the wide neckline of my blouse and pushes it to the side, his lips suctioning to my breast. Sucking hard until I know he’s going to leave a mark and I should be pissed. He’s acting like a caveman.

And I fucking love it!

I moan and writhe, my fingers tangling in his hair and it’s as soft as I knew it would be. My fingers pull and tug and he growls then slips down until he can suck my nipple through my bra and that first tug goes right to my clit, pounding like a heartbeat in my ears.

“Don’t stop,” I hiss. He laughs but it’s a dark and dangerous sound.

“Oh, I’m not stopping. Not until I’ve got you so worn out that you can’t say anything but yes, yes, yes!”

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