Page 75 of Rebel Romeo

Shifting the blanket to the side, she tugged the strap of her panties up higher on her hip. Purple, ruffled, adorable. But it wasn’t enough. “Not just the strap. Let me see them. On you.” My voice was more graveled than usual, rough with the heady desire being dangled like a carrot in front of me.

Capturing her bottom lip between her teeth, Katherine glanced around, making sure no one could see before she shimmied her skirt up those tanned, muscled thighs of hers.

I stared, greedy, hungry like a man who hadn’t feasted in months, as the skirt revealed the small v of purple between her creamy thighs.

“Higher,” I demanded.

She tensed, her wide eyes finding mine, holding her breath. I was about to call it off, feeling like a total perv, but then with her eyes still locked onto mine, she obeyed me, tugging the skirt to her hips.

On parted lips, my exhale squeezed the oxygen from my lungs and I dragged my gaze away from hers down to the damp, silk material between her legs.

Fuck. Me.

The pause stretched between us, gooey and taffy-like. “Now spread.”

The sound of her trembling inhale dripped down my spine like hot honey. Her tiny, bleating whimper made me want to silence her by driving my cock between those pretty pink lips and demanding that she suck.

I could barely think, barely breathe through my arousal when finally with quaking thighs, she spread her knees for me, fully on display.

A tiny circle of dampness was dead center of her panties. Unable to stop myself, I reached out and stroked a single finger down the center, over the nub of her clit. She whimpered, her body bucking with my touch. “Holden,” she whispered, her head falling back.

I couldn’t decide where to look. Every inch of her was devastatingly beautiful. I stroked her over her panties, my gaze bouncing from where her hips started to churn, pulsing in rhythm with my finger to her face, twisted and tortured, wrestling with the pleasure she felt.

“Please,” she whispered.

That one little word cracked my resolve and I dipped my fingers inside her panties, dragging them down her hips and off her body, sliding them into my pocket. “Three dates,” I said, pocketing the panties. “We have a deal.”

Trembling, she started to close her legs, but not before I caught them, pressing her thighs wider with the palms of my hands.

Her muscles tightened beneath my hands as I dragged them higher, gliding them up her thighs until I was flanking her ripe, wet pussy. Then, with one single finger, I dragged my touch across her delicate folds, dipping my finger into her arousal.

Her eyes flew to mine. “Holden,” she whispered.

I pulled that finger out and slipped it past my lips, moaning at the taste of her sweet cream.

Fuck.

I was powerless to stop her as she crawled on top of me, tanned thighs on either side of my hips. With her lips latched to mine, she dove her hands into my hair, lighting every inch of me on fire. Groaning, I gently tugged her hair back, exposing her neck to me. I moved my lips up her throat, licking and kissing and fuck if she didn’t exhale the most intoxicating moan.

I made my way back to her mouth, teasing her lips with my tongue as her arousal dripped making a little wet circle on my pants.

“Really, you two? On my freaking sofa?” Katherine jumped back from me, launching to the other side of the couch and yanking the blanket over her lap at the sound of Duncan’s voice. “Get a room! It’s literally just down the hall.”

“Sorry, man.” I gave Duncan a little wave as he rushed out the door.

When I looked back at Katherine, she had her face buried in her hands, peeking at me through her fingers. “Oh God. Is he gone?”

I chuckled and reached over to take her hands in mine. “He’s gone. And believe me, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s nothing Duncan hasn’t seen dozens of times.”

“Dozens?” She arched her brow at me, the pink fading from her cheeks. “Just how many girls have you had on this couch?”

Oof. That’s never a good question to get asked by a girl you were just making out with. “Believe it or not, not as many as you’d think.”

It was the truth, too. Since Megan, I was careful with who I hooked up with. It wasn’t that I'd been celibate for three and a half years… but I also didn’t quite deserve the reputation of manwhore I’d somehow collected over the years.

With a wobbly smile, Katherine grabbed her tea again. I knew that evasive look in her eyes… I’d seen it in most people when I told them I hadn’t been with many women. She didn’t believe me. “We should probably watch the movie, anyway. There’s a lot of character studies we can do with it.”

With a deep breath, I shook my head, and slinked back from her—away from her perfect lips. It took every ounce of willpower I had to yank my hand back. “You believe me, right? I wouldn’t lie to you, Katherine. Not about that.”

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