Page 44 of Rebel

She is all lean lines, taut muscles, and soft curves. Her pale skin looks like moonlight, only interrupted by her odd tattoos. I submerge myself deeper into the cold water to try and cool off.

“How about a swim?” I suggest hopefully. If I have her sit on my lap while we go down the slide looking like that, I won’t stand a chance.

She tilts her head but shrugs. “Sure.” She gracefully dives back into the water and comes up next to me. “Lead the way.”

We find our way to the private outdoor pool. Some of it is inside and full of people, but if you swim under an open doorway, you come out into paradise. It has an island filled with flowers and trees in the middle to block people’s view. We swim around there, stopping at the circular resting place on the other side.

I tread water idly as she looks around, and when she looks back at me, she smiles softly and heads my way. When she reaches me, she wraps her arms around my neck. “It’s so pretty.”

I nod, wanting to tell her she’s the pretty one.

I tug her deeper into my arms, unable to resist. Feeling her soft warmth against me makes my soul fly high, even as my heart speeds up. She looks up at me through her lashes, and I’m lost. I lean in and capture her lips. She gasps, and I start to pull away, but her hand slides up and grips the back of my head as she deepens the kiss. Her tongue sweeps into my mouth, capturing my tongue as she kisses me.

She kisses like she sings, powerful and full of life, and I almost forget to swim. I have to break away, and I breathe heavily as I stare into her dark brown eyes.

“Beck,” I whisper, unsure what I was going to say. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.” I stutter as I speak, and she presses her hand to my mouth, silencing what I might say after.

“But what if I want to?” she teases, pressing closer to me. “Are you hard, Kolt?”

My shortened name in her mouth takes me aback, and she wraps her legs around my waist.

“Is this okay?” she asks softly.

I nod, unable to breathe. “What if I want to? What if I want to touch you? What if I’ve thought of nothing else since the moment I met you?” I admit hoarsely.

“Then touch me,” she whispers. Releasing my neck, she swims backwards until she can stand. I frown, hating not having her in my arms anymore. I clench my hands in the water at the loss and advance on her. She lies back on the ledge, her legs stretched out as she leans on her elbows.

I don’t stop, and she opens her legs for me. I slide between them, stopping when I’m pressed against her.

“Touch me, Kolt. I won’t move. Touch me however and wherever you want. This is safe here between us. Just you and me.”

How did she know what to say?

I’ve never explored another’s body. I never wanted to, even when I tried intimacy after everything that happened. I just wanted it to be over with. With Beck, though, all I can think about is how soft her skin would be. Lifting a shaking hand from the water, I lay it on her thigh. She watches me with warm eyes, not moving or judging, just letting me explore and giving me consent to touch her like I want.

Sliding my hand higher up her thigh, I feel the softness of her skin over the steel-hard muscle. I drag it down her leg to her foot, lifting it from the water. She watches me as I lower my head and glide my lips up the same path. Her lips part, and her eyes dilate.

She likes me touching her.

My dick agrees, so I carefully lower her leg and turn my attention to her other one, stroking up, and this time, I don’t stop. I go higher, caressing her curvy hip, her tight stomach, the side of her breast, and up her neck to her face. Cupping her cheek, I lean down and kiss her softly. “Thank you.” I want to tell her more and thank her for giving me this, for giving me control over my body, but I can’t get the words out.

I’ve felt broken since I can remember, and then Beck Danvers strode into my life and proved I am anything but. Not with her.

Her hand covers mine, and when I lean back, she keeps her eyes on me as she pulls it back down and presses it to her breast.

My other hand comes up without permission, cupping the other side, massaging her breasts as she groans. Her eyes flutter closed in bliss as I explore and touch. “Kolt.” She murmurs my name as I knead, feeling her nipples harden against the wet material of her bikini top.

Swallowing, I meet her gaze. “I want to see you.”

Reaching up with deft fingers, she unties her top, and the bikini falls into the water, exposing her perky breasts tipped with little nipples that almost make me drool.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I whisper. Never before have I seen someone so gorgeous.

Following my instincts, I rub my face against her breasts before running my lips over the mounds. I sweep my lips across her nipples like when I kissed her, and her cheeks and chest pinken as she watches me. When I kiss one perky nipple, she sighs happily.

My cock jerks at the sound, wanting to hear it when I’m buried inside her, but I ignore my own needs as I open my mouth and blow over her nipple, watching her shiver. When I wrap my lips around it and suck, she cries out, her back arching.

I suck it deeper, and her legs jerk around my waist. I release her nipple and turn my head to touch her other bud, watching every reaction. She moans, the sound so beautiful, it burrows into my head as I touch her.

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