Page 41 of Rebel Hawke

I tighten my grip across the back of her thighs. “I already told you. I’m going to fuck you on every surface in here, but we’re starting in my bed, where I can spread you out and feast on you like I’ve been dying to.”

Wren shudders against me as I climb the stairs two at a time and reach the landing that leads to my bedroom.

Even the few moments it takes to get to the door seem like too long, and I’m tempted to push her against the wall and drop to my knees to worship her right here and now.

But I force myself to step into the room, lit by the morning sunlight streaming in from the open shades on the window.

I stalk to the bed and flip her up over my shoulder easily to drop her onto the mattress. She bounces and laughs, the lightness in the sound filling my chest with a warmth I haven’t felt in God knows how long.

Maybe not ever.

At least not since the day Mom and Dad told me she had left, that her dad had come from Texas for her after her mom died. When they explained there was nothing they could do to keep her here, despite Uncle Stone trying what he could through the court system to get Jenkins custody.

In a split second, she was gone. But now, she’s here, all grown up, beautiful and wanting, staring up at me with so much hope and the same lust I feel for her.

I reach down and snag the thin strap of her purse, pulling it down her arm and tossing it onto the floor near the door before I pop the fly of my jeans to release some of the pressure against my hard cock.

Wren’s eyes immediately follow the motion. Her tongue darts out across her lips, wetting them as she shifts on the bed, rubbing her thighs together.

Fuck, yes.

That’s exactly what I want.

Her writhing, needy, wanting, desperate for me the way I have been for her. Every night when I’ve closed my eyes, I’ve seen her like this. Now, it’s a reality, and I’m going to savor every inch of this woman and wring her out until she can’t fucking move.

Then do it all over again and again…

Until we’re forced to come back to the real world.

Because it’s inevitable.

I’m just going to put it off for as long as possible.

Pretend nothing exists except me and this intoxicating woman.

I free my hard cock from the tight confines of my pants, and her eyes widen. She gulps loudly, staring at me as I stroke it and climb onto the bed. The appreciation in her gaze makes my length jerk in my hand, and I toe off my shoes and pull hers free, tossing them behind me.

Shifting over her, I brace myself with one arm beside her head so I can dip my mouth to find hers again. Wren moans and arches against me as I release my cock to tunnel my hand in her hair and greedily take her mouth, angling her face where I want it to truly savor every bit of her.

The taste of her tongue darting along mine…

The push and the pull…

It’s exactly what I want from her.

All those insecurities, everything that hurt her in the past, don’t exist in this space with me.

I won’t let it.

When I tug my mouth from hers, she’s panting.

Breathless.

Her cheeks pinken even more as I examine her.

Perfect breasts heave in the confines of her crop-top sports bra.

I drift my fingers along the lower hem, and she lifts herself in offering. A low rumble of approval rattles my chest, and I slide my hand under the stretchy fabric and tug on it.

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