Page 22 of Rescued By the Rebel

I look down, noticing that her eyes are closed, her breathing evening out, and I know that she’s asleep. I smile down at her.

I must have really worn her out.

I hold her tighter as I let my eyes drift shut and follow her into sleep.

EIGHT

Winnie

I wake up feeling deliciously sore in the best way. I stretch, trying not to wake up Aldis, and wince as my muscles protest.

I should take a shower before work… and maybe take some Advil or something, I think as my muscles protest my movements.

I slip out of bed, being careful not to wake Aldis as I sneak around, picking up all of my clothes and heading out into the hall. I walk into the hallway bathroom, where all of my toiletries are and drop my clothes on the counter before I turn on the water and crank it as hot as it will go.

I brush my teeth, replaying last night as I wait for the water to warm up. I can’t believe how amazing sex was. I had overheard some girls in school, and they were always complaining and making the act seem more like a chore, but with Aldis, it had been mind-blowing.

I spit and rinse out my mouth and then step into the shower. I sigh as the hot water soothes my stiff muscles.

“Sneaking out on me?” Aldis asks as he steps into the shower behind me and wraps his arms around my middle.

“Eek!” I startle, blinking water out of my eyes.

“Morning,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.

“Morning. I was trying not to wake you up,” I tell him as I turn around in his embrace.

He leans down, kissing me gently, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his fully.

“How are you feeling?” He asks when we pull back.

“Sore, but in the best way,” I tell him with a grin.

“Hmm,” he says as he starts to trail kisses down my neck.

“Don’t you have to get to work?” I ask him breathlessly, my body starting to heat from his touch.

“In a bit,” he murmurs against my skin.

“Aldis,” I moan, and he groans.

“Damn, I love the way you make my name sound.”

My hands tighten on his shoulders and I cling to him as his mouth continues to move lower. I arch against him, offering more of myself to him and he greedily accepts.

His large hands cup my breasts, and I moan, my eyes starting to drift closed as my core starts to clench.

“I need more,” I pant, and he nods.

“I’ve got you.”

I expect for him to pick me up or pull me out of the shower and take me back to bed. Instead, he takes a step back and picks up my soap. He lathers up my loofah and starts to wash me.

“What?” I ask in confusion, but he just gives me a patient smile.

“I’m helping you get clean,” he tells me, and I frown.

“That’s not what I wanted your help with,” I grumble, and he smirks.

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