Page 29 of The Rebel

‘Come with me.’ I grab his hand and tug on it. His eyebrow rises but he lets me drag him higher up the beach towards the tree line.

When we reach the shade of the palms, I glance around one last time, nerves making me second-guess this wild decision. But we’re completely alone, and unless there are some serious badass zoom lenses on a satellite far above, no one can see what I’m about to do.

‘What is it about island heat that makes me so damn horny?’

He doesn’t answer my rhetorical question as I release his hand and reach for his zipper, his eyes wide, his expression solemn.

‘Fuck,’ he mutters as I lower his zip carefully, delighting in his tortured expression.

This is going to be fun.

I undo the top button of his shorts, then slide my hand inside his jocks and encounter velvet steel. Hard. Perfect.

He moans as I take his cock out and kneel. The head brushes my cheek and I turn, swiping it with my tongue.

‘Fuck, Daisy…’

‘You will, later,’ I say, before taking him into my mouth.

He tastes salty, musky, delicious. I work my hand up and down his shaft in time with my mouth, an easy rhythm that makes me feel confident and empowered.

He starts to thrust and we work in sync, my tongue swirling while my hand pumps, over and over until he’s muttering incoherently.

It’s heady stuff, knowing I can make a commanding guy come undone. It’s incredibly empowering, and I squeeze and suck harder at the same time, relishing his moans.

‘Daisy…’ His cry is raw as he comes in a hot rush, followed by a long, drawn-out guttural groan that is so damn honest I feel like a queen.

I ease away and when I stand he’s staring at me like I’ve bestowed the greatest gift.

‘You are phenomenal.’ He cups my face, the intensity of his stare beginning to unnerve me.

Oddly bashful, I try not to squirm. ‘One good head deserves another.’

The corners of his mouth lift. ‘You’re mixing up your metaphors or analogies or whatever it is.’

‘I’d rather we continue to mix business with pleasure.’

I need to get away, to put some distance between us, because I can’t stand the way he’s looking at me.

Like I matter.

I got the message loud and clear on the boat: we’re sex, nothing more. He’s my sorbet. That’s it. Any bonding is superficial at best. I want it this way.

So why do I get the feeling that having scorching sex with this guy has the potential to lead to complications neither of us want?

Chapter Fifteen

Hart

I’m in so much fucking trouble.

Drowning, in way over my head, and it’s got nothing to do with the water surrounding us as we head back to Gem Island.

Sex has served me well. Uncomplicated, no strings, a release. That’s what this thing with Daisy is supposed to be but the reality is getting…complicated.

I’ll take all the earth-shattering blowjobs she cares to dish out, but I can’t deal with my irrational reaction whenever I’m near her.

Like a quickie isn’t enough.

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