Page 121 of Rebel Romeo

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Trust me, you don’t suck.” I curved my hand around the back of her neck and dragged her mouth to mine.

She gripped my shoulders, pulling me deeper into her as she parted her cherry-scented lips for me to claim.

Cherries and roses. What an odd combination of scents. But she smelled so fucking good and tasted even better—like innocence and adventure all at once and the moment she brushed her tongue to mine, my body lit on fire.

There was no playing it cool. Not with Katherine.

She crawled across the center console, straddling me in the front seat. I groaned as she pulsed her body against me and bit my bottom lip.

Up until this point, it had taken every ounce of my self-control to be gentle with her. Respectful of her inexperience. But based on the thrust of her hips against my cock and the needy whimpers that buzzed against my mouth, I never would have thought she was a virgin, let alone that she’d only just shared her first kiss a few weeks ago with me.

I tugged the elastic from her hair and scooped my hands into the soft strands as they fell from her ponytail. Her hands slid from my shoulders down my chest, and I grunted as she trailed her touch over my nipples.

More than anything, I wanted to return the favor. I wanted to slide my hands beneath that cropped sweatshirt and cup her breasts, roll her pebbled nipples between my fingers and watch her writhe in delicious agony above me.

Instead, I clamped my hands to her hips, trying to make her stop the tortuous hip circles that kept brushing my erection.

Somehow, I ended up grinding against her.

I wanted to lose myself in this girl. Fucking hell, maybe I already had.

A knock at the window made us both jump. Kate launched herself off my lap, back into her passenger seat.

A guy was outside my window, knocking. “Hey!” he called. “Are you two done? We’re kind of waiting on a parking spot!”

Shit. I forgot how small this lot was—especially downtown where parking was a rare commodity. I cleared my throat and waved to him through my still closed window. “Yeah. We’re going.”

I threw my car into reverse and backed out of the spot as the guy crossed to where he was double parked, waiting for me to leave.

My head swam with thoughts. I wanted Katherine. I wanted Katherine for more than just a kiss. More than just a night. But I wasn’t sure I could do it.

I stole a glance at her as I slowed at the four-way stop. Nerves itched through my body like a case of poison oak. I reached for the cigarettes, putting one in my mouth and lighting it before easing onto the gas pedal again.

Stealing a glance at Katherine, I said, “We have something in common.”

She blinked, looking confused. “What’s that?”

I cracked the window, then ashed my cigarette. “We’re both afraid at sucking.”

She snorted and shook her head at me. “Come on. You know you don’t suck. You have way more experience than me?—”

“I’m afraid I might suck at being your boyfriend.” Her brows arched, but she didn’t say anything. Which was probably for the best. I cleared my throat and continued. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a girlfriend and I really, really don’t want to fuck this up with you.”

The silence stretched between us as I slowed to a stop at a yield sign, waiting my turn to go.

Katherine took a sip of her coffee. “So… who was she?”

“Who?” I asked, even though I knew exactly who she was asking me about.

She leveled me with a look, saying, “Whoever’s made it so damn hard for you to try with any other girl.”

Oh. Her. “Megan,” I said. “We dated my freshman year for almost eight months.”

I was playing a dangerous game. Before I met Katherine, the only time I let myself think of Megan was as a cautionary tale. A reminder to myself why I don’t try with girls.

“And? What happened?” Katherine pressed.

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