Page 175 of Rebel Hawke

Coupled with the animalistic desire to reclaim her—to prove that she’s still mine—I’m barely clinging to control.

“It looks bad, Atlas.”

Kissing her again, I keep my lips against hers as I try to assuage her concerns. “It’s nothing.”

My movements become more frantic.

The need grows.

Amped up by the adrenaline still flooding my system.

Fueled by her soft caresses and the shift of her hips against my cock, even contained in my shorts and cup.

I move straight over to the shower and reach behind her to crank on the water. She yelps as the cold spray hits us, and I press her back against the tile, giving me better leverage to devour her mouth and keep her exactly where I want her.

She kisses me fiercely, returning the intensity I’m showing her, not shying away or running from me when I’m like this.

“I’m so proud of you.”

Her whispered words melt into the sound of the falling water, and I drop my forehead against hers, closing my eyes and releasing the breath it feels like I’ve been holding the entire fight.

“I couldn’t do it.” I lift my head and meet her gaze again, her thick lashes now wet and clinging together. “I couldn’t risk losing you.”

It had nothing to do with wanting the belt.

Or even the Hawkes needing it.

Nothing to do with wanting to please her grandfather or even to appease my own arrogance.

I justcouldn’tdo it.

Not when I kept hearing her threat in my head.

Not when I knew she was right.

It just took almost losing her to see it.

I kiss her again, pressing my body into hers. She grazes her nails across my neck, and I groan against her lips. The water starts to warm, steam finally rising around us, and she grinds her hips against mine, rolling her core against me in a desperate,seeking motion that only makes me even more intent to satisfy her quickly.

She grabs at the thick waistband of my shorts. “Get these off.”

“Fuck yes, Little Bird, that’s the plan.”

I step back long enough for her to slide her hands into the trunks and shove them down, along with my groin protector, and I kick them to the side in a wet splash. My freed cock bobs up, and her hand finds it immediately.

She strokes root to tip, brushing her thumb across the pre-cum already beading on the head.

A low groan rumbles in my chest. “Fuck, Wren…”

My body trembles as I lift her legs back up so she can wrap them around me again. Her skirt rides up her hips, and she glides the head of my cock through her slick core.

I glance down between us to find her pussy completely bare. “You’re not wearing any underwear?”

The corners of her lips curl up slightly. “You told me you always want to fuck after a fight. I was betting on you doing the right thing tonight.”

Fucking hell, this woman…

Even pissed at me.

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