Page 15 of The Rebel

I shifted myself behind her, and as the chamber became more crowded, she had to get closer.

And closer.

The back of her pressed against my front.

There was no doubt that she could feel my raging erection. I wanted her to. I wanted her to know what she was doing to me. That the words I’d expressed while we were in the bar weren’t meaningless, that the desire to have her was driving me fucking wild.

As the elevator rose, pausing at different floors to let people off, it became less cramped inside.

But Rowan didn’t separate us.

She stayed pressed against me, my long, hard shaft grinding into the back of her.

She didn’t just take it.

She moved with me.

Her hands gripped the sides of my thighs. Her head rested against my chest. Her back arched, like I was already thrusting into her.

God, I didn’t know if I could wait until we reached the top floor.

I wanted her stripped bare, kissing every part of her body.

Slowly moving my lips lower until they were buried within her wetness while my fingers explored every angle and arc of her.

I slid my hand across her navel, feeling the flatness, the heat from her skin that penetrated through the sweater, and my lips moved to the top of her ear, the softness of her hair tickling me. “Should I reach under your dress and make you moan in here?” My voice was so low that only she could hear.

“You could, but we’re only two floors away.”

“Are you assuming I can’t make you come that quickly?”

“I’m past assuming.” She’d been giving me her profile but turned her head to face me. “I can’t even think at this point.”

I smiled.

Fuck yes, she was as worked up as me.

We finally reached her floor, the doors sliding open, and a couple stepped out before us, heading to the hallway on the right. But Rowan, whose hand was linked with mine, led me to the left. The key card was already in her free hand, and fortunately, she was only a few doors down. The second she had it open and we stepped inside, my arms surrounded her, and I led her toward the wall, holding her back against it while my mouth fucking devoured hers.

She tasted of lust and bourbon—two flavors I couldn’t get enough of.

“I’m going to fucking tear this dress off you.”

With my lips still on hers, my tongue circling the inside of her mouth, I tugged the material up past her stomach and chest, waiting for her to pull her arms through once I lifted it over her head.

I dropped the dress onto the floor, followed by her boots, and I leaned back to take in the view.

She’d positioned herself against the wall with her legs spread, her arms hanging at her sides, her expression feral and passionate. And while she stood there, I took in her black lace bra and panties, coverings that hid nothing, aside from her nipples and the center of her pussy.

She had a body that I would fucking dream about the second my eyes closed.

“Damn it,” I hissed. “I knew once I got that dress off you that you were going to look incredible.” My gaze gradually dropped to her feet, taking its time to climb back up to her face. “But what I didn’t expect was this …” I hissed out a mouthful of air while I took another dip. “Rowan, I’ve never seen anything like you.”

“I’m glad you like.”

“Like?” I briefly locked eyes with her. “That word doesn’t apply here.”

She had just the right amount of curves and tightness, hips that I could grab, an ass that I could squeeze, like I was doing now.

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