Page 14 of The Rebel

“I have.”

I wanted to hear it.

The words would be like foreplay.

“Why don’t you tell me what it is?”

A color entered her cheeks, one that was deeper than any of the previous times she’d flushed. “I want to take you back to my room.”

“Tell me more.”

“More?”

“Yes, Rowan. Tell me what you want me to do to you. Tell me what you’re going to do to me.” I moved her hair away from her ear to make sure nothing came between her and my voice. “Tell me how many times you want to come tonight.”

She huffed air through her lips, the sound like a low, almost-shy laugh. “I want you to do things to my body that I’ve never felt before.” She pulled back a few inches, locking our eyes and lifting her hand until her finger was resting vertically across my lips. “I want you to show me what you can do with this mouth.” She sucked on her bottom lip. “Something tells me, when it comes to business, this mouth dominates. But what about outside of business? What can it do then?”

Just as she started to pull her finger away, I caught it. I brought it back to my mouth, and I sucked on the tip, rolling my tongue around her nail. But the whole time I was licking it, I stared at her, using my eyes to tell her that this was exactly what I was going to do to her clit.

After a few rotations, I dropped her finger and handed her the glass the bartender had just placed down. “Drink up.”

Breathlessly, she lifted her bourbon and swallowed a sip.

“I’ll take the bill,” I said to the bartender.

He handed me a leather billfold. “Sign your name across the bottom of the receipt, and then you’re all set.”

I grabbed the pen from inside, giving him a hundred-dollar tip, totaled the numbers, and signed my name.

I didn’t know how long it took us to finish our drinks, but during that time—full of more small talk and flirting and a quicktext to my assistant, letting her know I didn’t need a room—I lost myself in her eyes.

Her lips.

The apple and cedarwood scents that drifted off her body.

And when I shot back the last bit of my bourbon, she was standing by the time I set my glass down. The same fingers I’d used to hold the tumbler were now finding their way to her side. With her upright and next to me, I discovered she was the best height, the top of her head hitting the highest part of my chest. What this new position also gave me was a full, better view of her body. I allowed my eyes to wander, viewing the way the sweater dress hugged her curves and narrow waist, revealing her perfect-sized tits. Her boots were just tight enough that I could see the shape of her lean legs. But it was that hint of skin between the top of her boots and the bottom of her dress that sent me right over the fucking edge.

Because when I looked at it, all I saw was an entrance that would grant me access to her body, and I was fucking dying to run my hands underneath it.

“Rowan”—my head shook as I held her close—“you’re flawless.”

“You haven’t even seen me naked yet.”

I was mid-dip, but that response caused me to look into her eyes again. “Jesus,” I groaned, unable to pause my admiring. “And you called me a goddamn unicorn. Nah, I don’t think so.”

Her lips spread wide. “Stop.”

“Stop?” Both hands now surrounded her waist. “Do you know how incredible your body is? And you’re right, that’s just in clothes. I’m guessing what I’m about to see when we get to your room is going to blow me the fuck away.”

“Luckily, for you, you don’t have to wait long.”

“Thank fucking God for that.”

I positioned my palm on her lower back, and we walked through the bar and past the bland lobby, halting in front of the bank of elevators.

We weren’t alone. There were multiple people waiting to get on as well.

Once the door slid open, allowing us to enter, Rowan hit the button for the highest floor, and we moved to the back, the rest of the parties filling in the front.

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