Page 15 of The Rebel

‘Something like that.’

But she doesn’t sound like she loves it. She sounds morose and sad, courtesy of my stupid questioning. So I do something even stupider. I reach for her and haul her into my arms. She’s smaller than I remembered that night on the beach. Then again, we didn’t do much hugging then. It was more a pawing.

Initially stiff and resistant, she soon melts into me, her cheek resting against my chest. It feels weird. When a woman’s in my arms I’m not offering comfort. It’s a prelude to sex and the mere thought of getting down and dirty with Daisy has my cock hardening.

I try to ease my hips away before she thinks I’m a callous prick only out for one thing. Which I am, but now isn’t the time, not when she’s like this.

Why the hell did I have to pry? I never do that. I don’t give a shit about other people’s problems because I’ve always had enough of my own. And then I have to go and hug her…what the fuck?

She resists and tightens her arms around me, then presses against me. She lifts her head slowly and looks up. I’ve succeeded. The sadness has gone. I should be glad. But what I see has the potential to undo me far quicker: burning desire.

Her eyes glow with it and when her tongue flicks out to moisten her bottom lip I’m a goner.

I claim her mouth like I’ve yearned to do since the first illicit taste two nights ago. I’ve never clashed teeth with any woman, but with Daisy I’m too eager and our incisors bump.

Either she doesn’t care or she doesn’t notice because that tempting tongue sweeps into my mouth demanding attention. I give it to her. Our tongues tangle and explore, so fucking hot.

She moans in the back of her throat while hooking a leg around my waist. I grind against her, indicating where I’ll be very soon unless she stops me. She doesn’t and I know this will end how I hoped: with me deep inside her.

But I need to make sure this isn’t the monumental screw-up I know it is.

So I wrench my mouth from hers and drag in breaths to ease the tightness in my chest.

‘Are you sure you want this?’

A coy smile curves her lips and I want to claim them all over again. ‘I have a hankering for some sexual sorbet.’

‘You’re into kinky shit?’

She laughs. ‘I haven’t had sex since Casper so you’re going to cleanse my sexual palate, so to speak. Break my drought, that kind of thing.’

I snort. ‘You dated a dickhead named Casper?’

She laughs and I feel the corners of my mouth twitching to do the same. If I don’t smile very often, I laugh even less.

‘This doesn’t have to be anything other than physical release. I want you. You want me. Let’s not complicate this.’ She taps my ass with her foot—she still has her leg hooked around me—and I realise I’m wasting time talking and thinking. She’s articulated exactly what I want. ‘Give me my sorbet, now.’

In response, I slide my hands under her dress and encounter warm, round ass. I love that she’s a thong girl. I hoist her up and she wraps her other leg around my waist. She’s so light and when she buries her face in the crook of my neck I feel like some superhero rescuing the damsel in distress. It unnerves me. I couldn’t rescue myself when I was a kid, I can never be the type of guy a woman depends on.

I lower her to the smooth sand at the back of the cave, on the exact spot I used to sit as a teen. Our mouths fuse again, hungry and demanding, as my hands knead her ass until she moans. I drag my fingers through her slick folds, until I reach the nub I’m searching for.

Her pussy is so wet and my cock pulses with each circle of my thumb on her clit. Around and around until she’s panting and writhing beneath me.

‘So…good,’ she murmurs, her hips arching as I slip a finger inside her, another, mimicking what my cock is yearning to do.

She writhes and arches and comes apart on a low groan. There’s something infinitely sexy about that groan, like it’s been dragged up from deep within.

I unzip and make quick work of a condom, sliding into her while her eyes are still closed, her lips curved in a small sated smile.

She’s tight, and the friction against my cock is so fucking good. Her eyes snap open when I slide out and plunge in again, burying myself to the hilt.

I can’t decipher the emotion in her eyes and I don’t want to, so I pick up the pace, pounding into her over and over, craving a mind-blanking release. I don’t want to think, I just want to feel the assured daze when I come.

She angles her hips and I’m a goner. My balls contract as I thrust in one last time and the oblivion takes over. Mindless, unadulterated pleasure, swamping me in a wave I don’t want to resurface from.

I’m not a cuddler, never have been. Even hugging makes me uncomfortable. But Daisy’s arms are clasped around me and I grit my teeth against the urge to disengage quickly.

When she continues to stare at me like I’ve delivered her the world on a platter, I scowl. ‘Consider your palate cleansed.’

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