Page 16 of The Rebel

“I didn’t think it was possible, but you’re even more gorgeous than I envisioned.” I kissed her. “I need you naked. On the bed.” I reached for her thighs and lifted her into the air, wrapping her legs around me while I carried her to the mattress, placing her on the edge.

With my hands free, I got to work on my clothes, first the jacket before I lifted the sweater over my head, letting the heavy fabric fall to the floor, and moving on to my belt.

She eyed me and said, “Allow me.”

She busied herself with my belt and button and zipper and pulled my pants down. I slid out of my shoes, socks, and stood before her in just my boxer briefs.

“Like you can talk.” She was grinning. “You have the best body I’ve ever seen, which I sensed while we were in the bar, but I didn’t expect this.” She ran her hand over my abs. “I could get lost in these.”

“Yeah?” I moved in between her legs. “And what exactly do you want to do to this body?”

“First, I want you to lose those.” She nodded toward my waist.

Before she had a chance to help me take them off, I reached behind her and, with one hand, unclasped her bra. I pulled the cups from her tits, and the lace dropped from my fingers.

Her breasts bounced from the freedom, nipples hardening to small peaks.

“Fuck me.” I flicked one with my thumb. “My tongue is dying to lick you.”

She stared up at me from the bed, leaving my abs to slip her fingers into the waist of my boxers, lowering the cotton down my thighs. My cock sprang out, and I watched her take in the size and girth, our stares locking again as I stepped out of the leg holes.

“Cooper …”

I knew that tone, the deep breath that followed, that specific look in her eyes.

Because this wasn’t the first time I’d heard and seen it from a woman.

“Don’t worry. I’ll go slow.”

I didn’t give her a chance to touch my dick, to wrap her plump lips around the tip. Not that I didn’t want her to—I just couldn’t wait to taste her.

My hands landed on the bed on each side of her, and I used my body to lean her back against the mattress. Starting at her neck, I kissed across her collarbone, inhaling the apple and cedarwood scents from her skin.

“Yesss,” she moaned.

Her perfume wasn’t just on her clothes.

It was here too.

Subtle.

Delicious.

I lowered until her nipple was in front of me, and I breathed against it, teasing it with my nose, using that part of my face to swipe it back and forth.

“Oh God.” She held my shoulders, bearing the tension in her fingers. “Yes.”

I’d given her nothing, yet my ears were full of her satisfaction.

I looked up from her chest, and she gazed into my eyes, her breath hitching as my tongue came out of my mouth and circled around the center of her tit.

That was when her eyes closed.

When her lips parted.

When the back of her head returned to the mattress.

“Fuuuck,” she cried.

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