Page 46 of The Rebel

“Perfect. The windows—are they tinted?”

It took another moment for me to consider that question.

“The backseat are, yes.”

A smile adorned his face.

A face that I’d woken up gasping to because, in my dream, it had been buried between my legs, his tongue wiggling over my clit, my body high from the most intense orgasm.

God, that tongue and the things it could do to my body.

And then there was his smile and the magical things it was capable of. The way it induced these wavelike shivers that went all the way to my toes and shot back to my chest.

I didn’t know how he made it happen.

But it was lethal.

“Take me there, Rowan.”

I would eventually purchase the wine and make my way to Sky’s apartment, where I’d probably end up crashing for the night because I knew, after this, I’d be too drunk to drive home.

But right this second, I needed this.

His hand was suddenly clasped around mine, and I was walking with him toward the entrance of the liquor store and into the parking lot, where my SUV was in the second row. There weren’t any cars around mine—they were mostly in the first row—and the lot was in the back, hidden from the main road. The area wasn’t exactly private, but it was as private as we could get in a public space.

I unlocked the doors, and Cooper opened the one to the backseat.

I looked at him as I stood between the seat and door, his expression reinforcing what was about to go down.

Not that I’d questioned it.

Not that I hadn’t believed it.

But if there was ever a doubt of how much he was about to devour me, the look in his eyes told me there wasn’t a place on my body that was going to go untasted.

“After you,” he growled.

I found myself holding my breath as I climbed into the backseat, moving toward the far side, and just as I turned to place my butt down, he was already behind me.

The door was closed.

And his arms were surrounding me. “Get over here.”

Cooper was an expert, his mouth seamlessly finding mine as though we weren’t in a semi-tight space and there weren’t logistics to maneuver, especially given how tall and broad and muscular he was.

But he made it seem like we were on a king-size bed.

And without even realizing it, I was being lifted into his arms and placed onto his lap, like I weighed nothing. From there, my skirt was unzipped so that my legs could spread, my knees pressed into the soft leather on either side of his thighs.

My button-down was no longer tucked in.

My jacket was gone.

And all of this was happening while our lips were locked, his tongue slowly sliding into my mouth, his air heavily scented with his cologne.

“Cooper …” It was a sigh that left me the second our lips parted.

“Mmm,” he moaned. “I know you want more.” He glanced toward his lap. “Show me.”

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